Not waiting for Godot,
waiting for a check and a double espresso,
in downtown Carmel.
There was an earthquake this morning,
I am almost awake, amid a swarm of tourists
from all over the world,
here we are together,
at almost lunch time,
reality’s knick knacks,
ears to the wind,
eyes to a picture of time,
flowing in a larger scheme of things than we can imagine.