Saturday, November 15, 2014

Morning Coffee... a poem

(for Miles)

We talk every morning,

The steam curling up from the coffee cup
As we ask the big questions of each other
Between sips
Between spaces in time
Between moments of breath
Between time
                     And space
                                   And distance.

Two friends bound in silence
Tied together with words
In between sips
In between moments of breath
As the coffee warms our hands and we 
Look into
             Each other’s space
                                      Each other’s eyes

Treasuring our friendship
As we measure our lives in our morning coffee.

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