Just Another Morning, Joe
The lip trembles slightly
with the first morning sip.
Searching for the rim
the hand is slightly shaky.
Eyes half-opened, ears
seized with silence as the breath
inhales the vaporized memory
of a slow rising steam.
The second sip more confident
finds the soothing liquid quickly.
The throat opens wide, welcoming
body sighs of mild comfort.
The third sip of the morning is the best
as anyone who knows it will attest.
The body now awake
is fully prepped to take a fitting gulp.
No longer sipping, fairly zipping
in the body’s quest for alertness.
The tongue is sharp to mark
the measure of the draw.
The back is straighter now
as the body stands more tall.
This is the sip of the day.
The first full taste.
Not done in haste
but savored
for the fullness of the flavor.
This is the quiet sip.
Transporting you
to the easy comfort of a welcomed day.
you sink into the softness of
a welcomed resting mind.
This is the sip
you are reluctant to relinquish.
That fair elongated moment
of the magic third sip
that stops time.
And then,
you gulp your way
across the line
that marks the end
of the cup
and the beginning
of the day.
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