Coffee Comes

A troubling bat-winged night disappears into a sonic silence, mind-straws tumble slowly after. Dawn peeps-inward clean as a wind-shaped whistle. Now we brew, now we wet the willing lip. Daylight keeps its promise it breaks open a seashell sky Sink-holes of clods and mire are patched over, tangles of being unthreaded. Now we are a minding moment, cutting-edged, a sharpened light, newborn flaws in a perfect diamond, awakened, just about to happen, not looking back to the 'has been' when we believed that all we could be was a shadow of yesterday. Coffee arrives with all its embodied potential to rise up as our own cosmic froth. We are ready to knock upon open doors, to once again rescue the evergreening.