08/29/2025

By morning hearth a fireglow of early dawn,

when my mind reels on itself a confusion of

blurred lines between dreams and reality,

the day ahead an unknown thing,

the day behind already forgotten;

Oh, how nice it is to sit and do very little

but stir the small spoon through a pool

of warm, sweet, bitter, and fragrant coffee,

with a dash of cream and a drop of sugar,

with a good friend or a lover or whoever

talking about this and that or whatever,

to greet the day in my own good time

and dedicate a piece of life to a daily ritual,

to light within myself a happy Lantern;

I’d share a cup of joe with just about anyone

and I’d drink a cup of joe just about anywhere

because I love myself and I love life 

and really, 

there’s nothing better for you to do than

to plop your butt down beside me, 

take a big whiff of the roasted beans 

and the sweet creams, 

and talk to me softly while I take 

another sip.