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.
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