Drinking morning coffee
I stare at steam rising,
gently disappearing into neverwas
as I inhale
strong smell of the brew.
I take slow, savory sips.
A picture of peace
I've been transported faraway
where streams flow in crazy directions.
Where circuits of my mind connect,
then involuntarily explode:
I was a child. Grandmother insisted I drink coffee before school. Ha. She thought it had nutritious value - to drink something hot.
Funny thing culture and ignorance.
What about those who are outraged that we actually name our dogs, instead of feeding them to those, hungry, who would appreciate them as food. Ouch. Is this truth?
Ah customs, difference, science/superstition, health, closed minds /knowledge, right/wrong, abuse/ neglect, love/hate - so often disguised, addiction/sobriety.
Here comes Einstein swimming in this mix. I need to ask, "Did you mean ALL is relative, really? Or just things - celestial bodies and such?" ..................
My dogs, Leroy and Daisy,
wag stubby tails.
They want out NOW.
I sigh, focus,
if my next cup will be
as good as the first.
(Submitted to Dverse Poets.)