
Its dark but morning is here
I lower my body till the feeling of sheepskin touches my skin
I exhale
shoulders still heavy from yesterdays thoughts
my eyes still closed, but I can see shadows
like moving images from a subway station
left arm extends
I feel for the heat coming off the coffee cup
passing my fingers over the slippery glaze
singed by the hot coffee inside
my fingers slip through the handle
as my thumb rubs its back
stroking it like a lover’s face
beautiful glazed vessel is brought to my lips
violins play in the background
soft and with grace
giving soul to the morning pace
I take in with full breath
the fragrance of steamed coffee beans
mixed with a touch of hot peppers
my hands hold the cup
in the same manner as a priest holds a chalice
track 7 unites the earthbound piano keys with the winds plucking long strands of hair on the harp
that first sip my nose inhales the aroma hovering in the cup a transfusion, an awakening of my senses the first slow dance of the day starts with my morning cup of coffee
track 11, the final dance, as the harp circles the room for one more twirl with the violin and piano.
Taking the final bow
november 21 2017 ©
I thank Angele Dubeau and La Pieta, along with composer Ludovico Einaudi