Gentle breeze pushing my hair over my eyes
And back off my forehead.
Listening to background sounds
Relaxing
Alone
And enjoying it.
Until people and noise
Feel the need to sit
Next to me and across from me.
A group
Of women
Sitting in my quiet spot
Probably because each of the other seating areas
Has a lone man camped out
Feet up on a table or chair.
Sisterhood solidarity
Overtakes my solitude.
I guess I’m okay with that.
