Where do you go when you want to get away from it all?
Where do you go when you need a break?
Where do you go when you feel rushed?
Or feel out of sorts somehow?
My refuge is my writing spot
Which happens to be in a coffee shop
I sit in the window, take my time
Read, contemplate and write
Here, no one wants anything from me
Here, I’m not responsible for anything
I don’t see the dishes that need to be done
Or the bills and forms that must be filled out
This is my oasis, my place of calm
My pen gives me wings to fly
With it I can go anywhere
Stay close or go far away
With it I can dream or problem solve
I can try to figure things out
With it, I can colour my world
With vibrant colours, orange and gold
Thankful for this short respite
I’m then ready to go on
My responsibilities are waiting for me
But so is my oasis
December 9th, 2010