Coffee Incarnate

Coffee Incarnate . for public domain My hot water kettle earns well its keep, when I put it to work on a troubled night's sleep; neither one open to feeling or thought, of the good or the evil that men have wrought. The need at hand awaits us. The task at hand without fuss. Heat the living water, grind up the bean, raise the brewed elixir, to waiting lips in between. The soul awakens, eyes open wide, spirit ripe to grapple the mean fate outside. Hands steady, not shaken, legs ready for stride, I take on the world, be it Jekyll or Hyde.