A Writer’s Ode to Coffee
My coffee grinder jolts the sleeping beans into mindfulness. This is the moment they’ve been waiting for, ecstatic about being called into service.
Scalding water is a balm to their bitter soul, reborn as
Magic as any unstoppered genie.
A humble clay mug embraces its companionable friend. They become one, both having become their true selves through fire and grinding.
Their raison d’etre is almost complete. My brain synapses ignite, electrons dance around inner space.
New channels form at higher frequencies than before. I am ready to receive news from distant worlds.