Coffee

I am all day the coffeehouse
I hear laughter, clanking mugs
tell stories, flowing water
bring me jokes, slinging shots
and sing songs, frothing ch ch
whisper words, pouring brew

I am all day the coffeehouse
at night I am dreaming of honey gold espresso
in the morning I'm yours again
truly

Collision

My age is a reflection of time and actions made but my heart is indifferent

My desires are what thrust me into the sky
high, so high I'm speculating now
and I could see the people
like spots of energy
they're colliding with one other, and dancing
and I am surveying, and I am hunting, I am wanting
to collide, to disperse my elation
to have nothing to hold on to
no feelings to subside

but I feel a driving grace
within me
within you
to smile
and to not stir
so I am floating now
and soaring like a single bird in the limbo of the sky