I like to bob my head in cafes
drinking my turmeric tea
and banana toast
with honey
and peanut butter
while Toto plays Africa
over the speakers
in the ceiling.

I like to remember who I was
who I am
and who I can be someday,
again.

Individually, and in a different space
maybe these all are less
than the sum of their parts.
But here at this counter
in front of this window overlooking Detroit Avenue
it all comes together in just the right way;
reminds me of Cambridge and the Phoenix days,
Tammy and Buddha and CC Arshagra.

I take a sip
and look out at the grey sky and concrete
and remember that even the colorblind
must find their color in the world.
It’s reflected there, across Detroit
in the second story windows
from the building I’m sitting in now.,
through Forbici,
on the first floor.