it’s right underneath, brewing under my chest this quiet whisper circling- not spiraling downwards as i often tend to, but in the way a gentle breeze swirls a handful of leaves and they flutter away. there’s an inquisitive nature to it where there is somehow a sense of magic at hand, and yet somehow there must be a reason to it all. a scientific process that always begets the same results after following a specific pattern of events. the snow will always melt with the touch of warm air. the birdsong will always bring a sense of relief for the return of Spring. and the lovebirds will rejoice after surviving the long Winter, nuzzling up to the love that kept them warm.
Thanks to Robert Charboneau for this poem. Although my blog and book are both titled ‘Coffee Shop Sessions’ this is the first poem that is actually about coffee! Follow Robert on Twitter or on his blog for more of his poetry and drawings.