Poem for April 6th

Confessions of a coffee snob #7

The daily grind


I confess

some days

mostly the ones ending in “y”

find me here

for two minutes

of countertop meditation

before the daily cacophony



I pour the beans

into my

Hario ceramic burr hand grinder (endorsement deal pending)

watching a handful spill onto the counter-

today’s mandala

a cleansing 5am breath

As the grindatation begins

clockwise of course

I cannot cheat time

So instead I embrace these few circular

moments of repetitive clarity


I am one with the whole bean

ground into useful parts

tempered by heat and time

into liquid efficiency

my conscious rises slowly

with the fragrance of

the single origin

and I revel

in my momentary existence