Like a warm old friend
No need for much between us.
It waits for me to turn my thoughts
And lips toward it
Taking in its heady aroma.
The cool turn of the morning
Allows me to see the warmth that waits
Its swirls its magic up, up, up.
I stop my fingers on the keys
Long enough to grasp the familiar
The handle of this old red cup.
I carefully swallow the heat
The depth of the blend appeals.
Black, sweet, rich, pure.
I close my eyes with a sigh
Yes, this is love between
This first cup and I.
Each morning I look forward
To this shared moment.
This first cup starts the day.
I stay true to the relationship
I very rarely stray
To another cup of coffee in the day.
Some bonds are meant to be strong
Like the coffee in my morning cup
Some last all day long.
Some moments of a day
Are more like ritual
They bring the sacred to the ordinary.