Sippy the coffee… I wave my hand to the heavens in gratitude for this dark bitter brew. Today’s NaPoWriMo, prompt suggests to dive into the senses. Smell it, taste it, feel it, see it, hear it… A multi-sensorial experience.
So… in honor of the bitter brew.
SIPPY THE COFFEE
Beans dark like fertile earth
Hard roasted till the seep of oil
Declares there readiness
And their crisp shell mets the blade
They tap together in the pour
a chant to morning awakening
Whirs the first explosion of crunch
And the waft of bitter dirt expands
A fragrant want slides in my brain
My tongue remembers all my mornings
A slight thrill shivers through me
As I lay the dark grind in the filter
Exactitude is no measure for me
Spooning as much as seems right
Watching the water level rise
Pushing the button that incites the brew
There is no room in the house that
eludes the gurgle and bubble
Longing for the first sip
I pull the pot with the last spit of it
Snaps hot at my impatience
Lays one quick sear on my hand
I pour the black bitter brew
Let the haze of steam rise up
It clouds my vision for one moment
While I bring it to my lips
Feel the burn of it on my tongue
Let the dark earth of it fill me up
With the morning race of my heart beat
down to my toes and finger tips
I am grounded in the morning
Rising to the alert of the day
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 