Is it too juvenile for me to write a little poem about my morning cup of coffee?
What if I insist that it is actually a metaphor?
What if it just looks like a silly poem about a cup of coffee?
But in reality
I'm writing about warmth
about comfort and familiarity
What if it's really about having forty minutes to myself
time to
sit still.
sip.
sigh.
and just enjoy
It's about the joy of heavy ceramic between my hands
instead of disposable paper or Styrofoam
So is it okay?
Can I smile and write my silly little poem?
Even though
It's not quite as strong as I like my coffee
and just a little bit more sweet
