Sitting in a coffee shop in Austin
UT Tower across the street
Students stroll by in orange sweaters
There’s a vibe … hard to explain (but I’m a writer)
ethe· re· al [adj]
It’s why I come to Austin (business too)
There’s a soul beneath the city
Maybe an ancient Indian burial ground, trapped in soil, dreaming in minerals
Maybe I’m drowning in nostalgia
For simpler times
When our television had five channels
Wearing ties to Sunday school
Summers in Jackson Hole with my brother
My dream was fathered in Austin
What was once fragile, a delicate vision, fueled by reckless ambition … is real
Deep breath, chest inflates
Nineteen second exhalation
Confusion and gratitude
I needn’t an explanation
I hope Austin never makes sense
*Composed and Edited in a coffee shop off Guadalupe Street in Austin, Published in Atlanta
