Ode to Coffee

Written by: Heather Ober

That first sip is heaven
(No sugar, one milk);
It flows down my throat like liquid silk.
Though the mug warms my fingers,
My thoughts are confined
Until its scent clears the fog from my mind.

Now I can think straight
And greet those I pass
Without the feeling of being harassed.
Now I am ready
To take on the day.
My only concern is tooth decay.