Surrounding September

The flies buzz around but they don't bother.
They are part of the setting and sense of place.
It's a a garage with a big swinging barn door,
This coffee shop with a high ceiling.
Dark green and dark gold appears as the
Logo accents and the barn doors swing wide.


Wooden beams serve as part of the support,
The brick walls are painted white.
The seating is communal as it should be,
No more islands. Let's sit at the long table
Together and sip coffee as it wafts, pushed by
A September breeze rushing in through the barn doors.

Finally you are settling in because place
Matters more than I ever imagined compared to
Others. Much more.

We access the same place. But do we sense it similarly?
The obvious answer should have been addressed
Back in elementary school when you found yourself
Gasping at sunsets, struck by vivid colors, felt sounds
And never removed a childlike wonder about seeing
Something for the first time and drawing it in your mind's eye.

When still enough, you pay notice to the flies swirling high
Enough because of the the tall ceiling. They have their
Space and are of no threat to anyone. They don't descend
Because why would they? There is room enough for them
As their is room for us at the long table. I see and sense
Better the more I slip into the surrounding September.

I always have and I will forever usher it in.