#instant
I brew my first girthy brewed mug of 20 .oz
listening to the grinding, the silent
blending of bean and water,
a two minute time out in our daily tasking,
which my mind advantages via poetic infiltration,
my muses love the aroma, and reward
brew me with an
insight
just how often do we wish one was:
“that”
wish that I had written “that” poem
wished that I had scored “that” winning goal/touchdown,
wished that I was Indiana Jones~Janes Bond-Sylvia Plath or just,
Walt Whitman, or just “that” guy
or a Persian Poet whose love poems are newly discovered
every day, on
“that” day
wished “that”
lived by a great ocean,
in ultimate seclusion upon
a fertile mountain top,
visited the moon,
sailed solar across the Pacific,
won a duel, sparing the life of my opponent
officiated at a wedding, a funeral,
greeted my children’s children’s children
upon my death bed beaming,
raised baby rabbits, a colt, a giant Galapagos tortoise,
walked 1000 miles,
won Olympic medals in three sports (but not skiing)
saved a life (can actually put a ✅ next to that one)
be remembered long after I am disparu
the coffee made, heated up even further,
in search of a suitable ending, to this wishing phantasm -
I wish that I had a Star Trek replicator,
that could deliver me a fabulous steaming hot coffee
with a different bean origin every time and
a instant complete poem “by Me”
one that is
much much better than this one
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 8:52 AM UTC