While waiting for my latte at Starbucks,
I wonder why all of us are standing
with hands in our pockets
like we had nothing better
to do with our time.
When will it be ready?
Did they forget about me?
I hope they got the order
I hope no one took mine by mistake.
Then I began to contemplate
if the coffee was worth the wait.
And if there wasn’t something
more important to be done
in my caffeine-addicted life.
As the universe changes and evolves,
as stars collide and explode,
as Kings and Queens are dethroned,
I hear the ticking of a worldwide time bomb;
yet, I stand here waiting for the barista to say,
Mr. Tulin, your vanilla latte is ready.