Last night it was the guzzling,
Champagne-suds, so cold, so easy
Hydration leaving me numb
To political firebombs, global conflicts, human idiocy.
Instead, that subtle buzz had me enjoying
Thoughts, positive ones
Where wind-blown fly balls went our way,
Where sermons on baseballs traveling deep
Found a congregation of contact making high schoolers
Who are doing something special,
Learning,
Growing up,
Gaining perspective.

This morning it’s coffee
Slugged down with a bottomless potential,
Leaving me shaky,
Hands, hyped on caffeine
Beboping some kind of punk rock caligraphy, are
Driven to type,
Because my fingers are too excited to write neatly,
Sharpee lines all over the place, upending my quest
For neatness, order, and control
Everything opposite of what I’m hoping for
With creativity,
With aging,
With wisdom.

“Culture is the intersection of people and life itself. It’s how we deal with…” Wendell Pierce

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Heats soothing action
Robbed from coffee by winter
Microwave upstairs

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A corner seat at Starbucks
Against the window,
Squinting under the midmorning sun

This is not my favorite place
Just somewhere to kill time
While the kids are at basketball camp

I’m trying to learn the difference
Between situation and story
While the jumpiness of java junkies goes on

The coffee is too hot
And I risk an Exxon spill
By taking the top off to cool the drink

The heat of the Dark Roast crude
Clashes with the air conditioned breeze from above,
Steam rises from the cup like a hot spring in the mountains

The wisps are like paint brushes
Attached to Pollack’s passing soul
Scratching into the muddy coffee canvas temporary masterpieces

The air currents change
Causing abstractions in the cup
That respect creativity and defy predictability

The sun adds its bright touch to the process
Blues and purples rise from the dark brown depths of Venti
Creating a subtle stained glass perfectly suited for a modest church or simple abbey

As the coffee cools, the steam wanes, and
The performance art comes to an end
Letting me know it’s time to go

 

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