Afternoon Coffee
By Dave
Afternoon Coffee.
She sits before me, black and bold,
Unadorned, offering only what she is.
Steam rises, carrying her aroma,
A fragrance both of the earth and beyond it.
I drink deeply and her warmth flows through me,
Steady and sure, a fire to kindle my heart.
The heat of the cup lingers in my hands,
Grounding me to the moment, holding me close.
Each sip a pause, a deep breath,
An invitation to reflect, to act,
To find focus amid the day's haze.
She is both the calm and the push,
A ritual of balance and resolve.
She lingers in my mouth,
In the sharpness of my thoughts,
In the steady rhythm of my work,
In the comfort of knowing she was.
She is simplicity, black excellence,
A companion without pretense.
In her, I find resolve.
Afternoon coffee.