Little Life

 

Now and then

When I’m stirring in the cream

 

Well, half-and-half from the grocery store

(I remember the milk man, though never met him)

 

Ivory-colored liquid circling in dark-brown

Like magic substance added to the witch’s cauldron

 

I know the coffee’s hot

For now—I tend to get distracted in drinking it

 

And it gets cold two hours later

Imagine that?

 

I think for no reason I can think of

Well, that’s probably a cheat

 

I see all the piles and surfaces

Unplanned textures in arranging

 

The morning sun diffuse without tarnish

I breathe normally and am tired just enough

 

To have the thought almost in passing

I like my little life