Today I sit with my coffee
And I like life right now,
I can feel it.
I almost touched my own soul
When the brew came out to perfection,
And my tongue did not burn.
Today I sit at my table in deep contemplation
And in these momentary boxers
I sit as I gulp down life's immensity,
So much and so little!
I buried myself in this moment,
And in this moment I have become
Everything and a sip.
I write the infinity of a cup,
After all it is great coffee,
With my beloved own pen
And paper stating that a poem is born,
And repeating this gesture,
I take another sip,
The poem writes itself,
Always and never!
I'd like to immortalise this cup,
And the millennium will march,
This organism's had enough,
Anxiety kicks in,
So much life in a cup!