DRINKING COFFEE
The clouds are settling now
into the steep ravines between the mountains
they huddle away
from the first light of morning
content to nestle against the earth
and tarry there a while longer
before the heat of day compels them
to return to the heavens
A lone raven flies above the mists
and on the mountain
a man watches the whole miracle unfold
above the steaming mug
of his morning coffee
Sometimes the beauty
is too much for us
too real
with a glory so weighty
it breaks your heart wide open
You could go on forever
you could disperse into it all
and become nothing like you are now
A part of you knows
that's the real you
out there among the miracles
that there is no just you, or just here,
in this moment
drinking coffee.