Morning Coffee In Angie's Cafe
Warm air eases a pleasant drift
upon the morning over coffee
and freshly baked bread,
the far off sound
of the sea and birds bridging
distance to here in the soft
hum of Angie's Cafe.
Everything seems to be served
within a lull, a cupped moment
sipped slowly, unhurried
thoughts not moving beyond
the breathings
of an espresso machine,
the muted chatter of plates
and outside, the blessings
of a bright sun. The unstated
presence of a visiting joy.
How to explain something
so simple yet falling away
into such exquisite depth,
then hastening the moment's
passing by trying to hold on
as embracing lovers do
when time slowly begins
to pry them apart.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2023
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