Morning Coffee
Such a bitter ritual
And so sweet
Sometimes in contemplation
In a cup or mug
Welcomes a new day
Sometimes in a hurry
In a thermos, in the car
It awakens to life
Often at the desk
Where the laptop is a window to the world
Coffee clarifies thoughts
And today in the park
Here, where time has stopped
The wind spreads the aroma
Black as night
Called the drink of the Gods
Because there is a light in this darkness
©Katarzyna NK
January 29, 2024
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