Morning Hypnosis

she bends over me as I sit yawning, morning lazy at the blue kitchen table; ever carefully, with a yellow potholder, she gently holds, lifts the red pan handle; slowly she pours steaming water into my cup, filling without spilling, the brown powder tosses tiny islets out on the surface, floating, swirling; and quickly these begin to dissolve, the water looking like amber syrup, as she stirs tiny circles with my spoon, tan, sudsy whirlpool hypnotizes my cup !