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.