Another Cold Coffee


      Can you imagine what it

      feels like to wake up after

     a long uninterrupted sleep,

yet, it seems as though you had

         not been to bed at all.


     Thus the beginning of my

                 every day.


       Then I take breakfast,

      which is punctuated with

  with periods of pause, when I

   find myself on a frozen oasis

staring through a mental mirage.


   I don't see or hear anything.


This is where the well within me

rises up like a Bialetti Moka® ***  

  past the pressure relief valve

to eye level, diffusing an already

   blurred vision, even further.


Meanwhile, the aroma dissipates.


        Another Cold Coffee.