"Coffee"
Sleep
Leaves
Slowly;
With tired,
Bleary eyes and hands
That droop, reach for the coffee grounds.
Now,
Scoop
Sand-like
Dark roast grounds,
Spilling against the
Filter paper; spread it thickly.
Step
Three:
Pour the
Water smooth,
Measure evenly –
Two cups could do, but make it four.
The
Wait
(the worst);
It's brewing,
The air fills with it's
Smell – a tease of phantom caffeine.
The
First
Sip, it
Curls the toes
And warms the ribcage.
Drink it slowly – the day can wait.
m.l.p.
YOU ARE READING
Meraki
Poetrymeraki [may-rah-kee] (noun): when something is done with soul, creativity, or love; when you leave a piece of yourself in your work. No matter what I write, a part of me ends up among the words. A collection of poems.
