"Remember that book I told you about, the first sip is joy, the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, and the fifth is ecstasy." - Kerouac

Morning cup

A day, beginning white and subtle
with a concavity at the center of its round
openness, like a fine porcelain cup.

I stand here, holding it between
serenity of wait and impatience
of warm palms, both wrapped intimately
around the coolness of its frame, curiosity
softly fingering the brim.

There is a scented absorption billowing in the air
- touches of sweetness, within the spicy notes
of a blend yet unsolved – and this sense
of fluidity being poured, like pure attainableness
brought to a perfect boil, onto the clustered
- then, expanding brew.

Soon… soon I will imbibe the shades, afloat
and then infused as this balmy pliability
swirled, catches diverse glows.

So, briefly inhaling the inescapable perception
that, tipped, it will seem nearly empty
from an angle – yet, from another, auspiciously
full, I raise the cup to my lips…

… And the first sip of morning
tastes boundless… feels good.

© 2007 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®

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