coffeehouse girl

She wants to fall in love.
Sitting curled up in the chair
Feet tucked under, coffee balanced
precarious on one knee opposite
note book open - slowly filling,
She sinks back into the comfortable
chatter of book clubs and Bible studies
dreaming of art galleries and the
fast pace of New York City,
discontent in her own private way
with the suburban calm outside, she'd
rather have an eye
In the calm of a storm than
A temperate day in Whoville.
Just like falling in love.