Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Morning Coffee Wake Up (Three Scenarios)



Monday-Friday Wake-Up

I wake up abruptly, alarm ringing, 
to-do list running through my head.
I rush into the shower and race
through the house, throwing together
things I need to get me from home to work.
In the kitchen, the last leg of my morning sprint,
the coffee pot greets me, ready with her brew.
I pour her into my to-go cup and rush out the door.
In the car, as I start the engine,
and take a sip, lips meeting metal and plastic.
For only a moment, before I press the gas petal,
life slows and I sip her warm liquid, decelerating a jolted day.
Monday-Friday Wake-Up--Take 2 

I wake up abruptly, alarm ringing, 
to-do list running through my head.
I rush into the shower and race
through the house, throwing together
things I need to get me from home to work.
In the kitchen, the last leg of my morning sprint,
the coffee pot greets me, cold and empty, evening unprepared.
I race to the car and start the engine,
speeding toward to local coffee shop.
I am greeted at the drive-through.
and order then wait for the transaction to be complete.
Coffee in my hand, I put it in the cup holder,
driving twenty feet to clear the drive-through
for the next unprepared customer.
Then the engine idles as I stop in my tracks
and take a sip, lips meeting paper.
For only a moment, before I press the gas petal once again, finally,
life slows as I sip her warm liquid, decelerating a jolted day.


Weekend Wake-Up

Lounging in bed for that extra moment,
I hear the perking of coffee being brewed below.
Between dream and reality, I lay an extra moment,
the aroma drifting into my bedroom air,
enticing me to start my day.
Padding leisurely to the kitchen 
in slippers and jammies, I enter the kitchen where 
the coffee pot greets me, ready with her brew.
I pour her into an earthenware mug and 
amble to an overstuffed chair.
I linger, the mug and I connected as I welcome the heat of its contents.  
I inhale the aroma and slowly bring ceramic to my mouth and sip,

Her warm liquid begins to jolt my unhurried day.




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5 comments:

  1. Perfect! How many will say "That's me too!" I love those detailed descriptions, particularly the container and lips to cup. This was fun to read and reread while I sipped my cup of coffee this morning.

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  2. Ahhh, how great when there is time for that ceramic mug!

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  3. Coffee just tastes better when you can drink it leisurely! Drive through just isn't the same. Even at school I have my own mugs; I can't stand those small white made from you know what cups.

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  4. This is wonderful! I do love those weekend coffees, though. I think it's because I actually get to enjoy the coffee then!

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  5. It's just right, and that ending, lovely to imagine myself two days from now.

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