Morning breath, Half-awake

Kettle hums on the stove

Mug on deck

Favorite one

Little chip on the nose

Spoon in jar

Swirl of ground

Dark as midnight rain

Bloom of steam

First pour down

And the whole room changes

This is holy ground Coffee

Little brown miracle in my hand

From a pour-over rain to a stovetop storm

You turn my maybe into a plan

Oh

You wake my heart so softly

Drip by drip ’til I can see

All the roads

All the notes

All the tiny recipes

How can beans mean this much to me?

French press slow

Four-minute wait

Tiny timer on the phone

Cold brew dreams in a glass jar

Sleeping deep on its own

Latte art

Shaky heart

Trying for a perfect leaf

Sugar swirl

Cinnamon twirl

Foam mustache on my teeth (oh yeah)

This is holy ground Coffee

Little brown miracle in my hand

From a stovetop storm to an iced-day cure

You turn my “later” into “I am”

Oh

You wake my heart so softly

Sip by sip ’til I can breathe

All the roads

All the notes

All the tiny recipes

How can beans mean this much to me?

Add a dash of nutmeg

Oat milk in a cloud

Cardamom in Sunday cups

Laughing way too loud

Black and bold on Monday

Sweet and slow by noon

Every brew a new small truth

In a chipped-up spoon

This is holy ground Coffee

Little brown miracle in my hand

From the camping mug mud to the café glass

You turn my scatter into a plan

Oh

You wake my heart so softly

Sip by sip

You rescue me

All the roads

All the notes

All the tiny recipes

Simple water

Fire

And beans

How can beans mean this much to me?