I Am Not Alone

I sit by myself outside the cafe.

Writing in a journal.

Thinking of rhymes to say.

Yet I am not alone.

Even though it looks that way.

I sit by myself.

Outside the cafe.

Writing in a journal.

Gazing at a bird.

Hopping on its legs.

I look up at the sky.

“It’s beautifully sunny today.”

Yet I am not alone.

Although it looks that way.

I am with the bird.

The sky.
And something I can’t quite see.
I am with Life in every single way.
I am the stranger politely walking past me.
I am the barista impatiently tapping her feet.
I am everything and everyone.
I am connected to all of Life.
I am not alone.