Greenery outside, mountains and sky,
In my chair, no one around, viewing the
world in my magic screen.
Somewhat protected from some critical
movements in the world.
Somewhat at a distance, monkish, cut
off from the world because I chose to be.
I go out in the mornings, drink coffee
on the steps of the coffee house, do my
crossword puzzle, breath in the humanity,
maybe talk to a few acquaintances or
strangers…then, I get my stuff and go
back to the casita and stare out the window.
Looking into the mirror
I stare back
into the world.