Coffee

What is it
if not for the excuse to leave the house
to find a new path
to coffee

To find a closing door
closer than you had envisioned it for
And when the partner spills the brew in the
cup larger than dreamt

Larger in fact than
you left it before
As you look to the inspirational signage
of seeing anew where there is no more

And old books on the teak shelves
the paper clouds
neither in fact had
been there before

You hope he’s doing better
Listening
and leading with a soft
sincere kindess