Calm at Home - Rambling Words

The strength of a cup of

a perfectly made

macchiato,

a light sip of hot water,

and the light smoke—all its branches and roots

at the darkest hour—

that slowly drifts down my throat

and lifts me above

the turmoil of the day.

Here the coffee smothers my anxious mind and

throws me skyward on its tip-toes.

The full weight of the world rests on my shoulders

I lift my toes.

The house is dim and my window opens.

A streetlight throws dark shapes in the window panes.