I fixed myself a cup of coffee,
this morning,
taking my time as I poured
as the pot’s cracked near the lip
and leaks quite badly.
I enlisted some creamer
for help,
as the cups dark depth was
quite foreboding; no sugar
though, there’s no need.
And then in my early morning
forgetfulness
I left the cup where it was
on the counter top, alone,
growing colder every minute.
Sometime later I walked back
into the kitchen
finding my old, lost cup, its
contents still swirling, in a spiral,
And strangely, I felt like god.
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
I fixed myself a cup of coffee,
this morning,
taking my time as I poured
as the pot’s cracked near the lip
and leaks quite badly.
I enlisted some creamer
for help,
as the cups dark depth was
quite foreboding; no sugar
though, there’s no need.
And then in my early morning
forgetfulness
I left the cup where it was
on the counter top, alone,
growing colder every minute.
Sometime later I walked back
into the kitchen
finding my old, lost cup, its
contents still swirling, in a spiral,
And strangely, I felt like god.
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