The slow tapdance of your
fingertips on the coffee mug, impatient
for the ceramic to cool
just a few degrees more
so that you may clutch it tightly,
this favored vessel for
the beverage that reincarnates you
every morning –
your fingertips
settle
and yawn away,
settle
and yawn away,
begging the mug:
“Now?
\"How about now?
\"Please, now -
I am ready to awake.