In a hazy moment
I feel like the weight
Of the world
Is in the pit of my stomach
Leaving little room
For mindfulness or motivation
I reach for my coffee
It slips from my ******* hand
Spilling all over the counter
The Barista smiles and says not to worry
I’m grateful
While he cleans up my mess
I take a moment to breath
My problems don’t disappear
But I’m more clear and ready
To deal with them