Coffee in the morning is what gets me started, and the following is a poem that expresses this early-morning pick me-up-and-get-me-started ritual.
SILENCE
Sometimes fog
surrounds morning
in a white room;
Then the silence
at sunlight seeps
into balsam shadows.
Steam is silence too,
slipping over the brim
of bone china
in the coffee-quiet
of morning.”
(Jeffrey Johannes)
After this coffee meditation fromΒ Coffee Poems, edited by Lorraine Healy,Β reflections on life with coffee, I am ready to start my day.

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