There is a moonbeam
in my coffee cup
I sip it gently
A hush,
a fog
washes over me
I am no longer concrete
I am no longer damned
I have jumped from my shelf
I am more like a tall, strong fir
Reaching to the sky.
No canteens of water will do
No juice, no flaming alcohol drinks
No carbonated sugar in a tall bottle
Just coffee
Swirling misty coffee
Bracing me for whatever winds
Blow me away from my safe dock
Into the stormy sea
The beginning 7 lines of this are perfect — especially the first. I’m not sure those, and the lines beginning with ‘Just coffee…’ aren’t all the poem I need, most mornings. Beautifully done, Cindy.