There is no graceful transition
of a cup of hot hot coffee
from one hand to another hand,
the cup only has one handle.
It is inherantly akward,
almost as if it’s intended,
a brief, forced, colaboration
to keep the coffee in the cup.
Contorting to not spill a drop,
Still, clumbsy, after these long years
and a thousand repetitions,
ten thousand hot cups of coffee.
We angle ourselves to the task,
a brief intimate fumbling,
until the cup is handed off,
and the best part of it is gone.
-Still Here
Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 4:05 AM UTC
There is no graceful transition
of a cup of hot hot coffee
from one hand to another hand,
the cup only has one handle.
It is inherantly akward,
almost as if it’s intended,
a brief, forced, colaboration
to keep the coffee in the cup.
Contorting to not spill a drop,
Still, clumbsy, after these long years
and a thousand repetitions,
ten thousand hot cups of coffee.
We angle ourselves to the task,
a brief intimate fumbling,
until the cup is handed off,
and the best part of it is gone.
-Still Here