Morning Coffee

 

The first sip...

how glorious!

Then another,

another,

then another.

Wondering...

how the first person 

crushed beans, 

poured water, 

recognized aroma, 

risked taste, 

reacted to "coffee?"

Ah...   

likely chewed before brewed,

a bean size pinch 

between cheek and gum.

Thought...

roast first,

less bitter.

Purified by fire!

Ah ha...

roasting, grinding, dripping,

offering elixir worth contemplation,

sipping,

slowing pace,

cupped in hands,

fingers warmed,

tongue awaits,

with patience

mouth receives,

taste explodes!

Morning coffee!

~

      

Interpretation (ai):  The poem is both a praise song to coffee and a meditation on human curiosity and ritual. It ties together the primal discovery of coffee with the everyday ritual of drinking it now. Beyond caffeine, coffee represents warmth, reflection, patience, and simple human pleasure.