As you sit down the porch
you feel the waking warmth
of the vessel on your palms

Your eyes are still blurry
barely drawing vaporized spirits
An aroma pierces
through your sense of smell
to the brain;
like the sun's rays
slowly melting the clouds
painting a promising sky

Then comes the first taste;
your body heats up
heart roaring faster
like a machine
getting ready for action,

and at the last gulp
you slowly hang your feet
to another seat
as you begin to depart
from your dream state
to a bittersweet reality.

"This is what I'm going to do today."

The greeting of
a morning coffee.