Coffee Ceremony

coffeepeasant

Water splashes
into a glass pot,
its markings long worn off
so I count breaths

one, two, three
four, five, six

seven

eight

cups.

Sumatra, ground and
as dark as this morning’s sky,
smells of earth and heaven

heaven!

one,

two,

three,

four

Then to the
final ritual—

patience.


©2015, Jen Payne, #21 National Poetry Month
Image: Peasant girl drinking her coffee, Camille Pissarro

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