Little Life


Now and then

When I’m stirring in the cream


Well, half-and-half from the grocery store

(I remember the milk man, though never met him)


Ivory-colored liquid circling in dark-brown

Like magic substance added to the witch’s cauldron


I know the coffee’s hot

For now—I tend to get distracted in drinking it


And it gets cold two hours later

Imagine that?


I think for no reason I can think of

Well, that’s probably a cheat


I see all the piles and surfaces

Unplanned textures in arranging


The morning sun diffuse without tarnish

I breathe normally and am tired just enough


To have the thought almost in passing

I like my little life