Oh, the power of the bean.
Fragrant brown beetle, crushed
and coaxed into my ***.
Steaming water poured and purified through
and through.

The gurgle of brewed alertness,
A universal aroma wakes the house from sleep.
The morning light lusters,
too bright for weary eyes.
But just a sip! Aroused from hazy after-dreams.
Warmth and life progress
from lips to limbs.
The body is present;
the day has commenced.

Thank you,
my God in a mug.