It's not the coffee, it's the cup

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Open Poetry #35

It's not the coffee, it's the cup

mysticpoe
Senior Member

since 2003-02-28

Posts 883

0 posted 2005-04-19 09:44 AM

I don't know which comes first
when I wake
for another morning.
First breath, as to breathe,
or
the coffee in the morning.
The rise of Sun, and the
chirping from those trees.
My window comforts light,
another coffee to me please.
I stretch through my pains, and
try to lift my face.
Ten minutes more,
I carry my coffee out the door.
I sit down in my car,
with my coffee just as far.
Could I go without a day, and
my coffee just this way?
You start me for eight hours,
with me in my shower.
If you ever ask to leave
I'll keep the cup, if you please..

If nothing is something
then everything is
our thoughts and feelings
and all that exists.