I have been weepy lately,
like the willow hanging over the house
not at tissue commercials
or dramas necessarily
but yes, those too
I have been tearing up,
something overcomes me
a feeling I can’t put my finger on
I have been dabbing moist eyes
at the slightest great revelation
like the scent of fresh coffee wafting toward me
from the light May breeze, our maker
set against the open window, steam rising
and flowing onto my hand, as if fog is rolling
like a spirit
onto the grounds
and I have been wondering,
about water and steam and life
my life
simple, yet significant
I have been thinking too much,
about it all and yet, I am grateful
this early morning,
knowing who I am
plain black coffee, decaf
water processed organic
fair trade
I have been me lately.