pro rityali :)
An ode to a cup of coffee.
Waking up-an effort.
Driving to work- an expectation of life.
Stopping at a local coffee shop- my ritual,
Unlimited by traffic or evaporating time.
My chest fills with anticipation.
Bold, Authentic, Smooth, Grande:
These words are too much.
These words describe me!
I come close to the counter,
As close as I can, pressing my stomach against its cold edge,
I carefully spell out, “Good morning, a cup of coffee, Grande, please.
Caramel Frap, with no whipped cream.”
I catch a smile. “Can I have you name?”
O, yes, you may, you may.
“Y-A-N-I-N-A.”
My body is trained.
I step aside and wait.
I hold my breath.
“Caramel Frap with no whipped cream for Yanina.”
I let go.
I am on my way.
Waking up-an effort.
Driving to work- an expectation of life.
Stopping at a local coffee shop- my ritual,
Unlimited by traffic or evaporating time.
My chest fills with anticipation.
Bold, Authentic, Smooth, Grande:
These words are too much.
These words describe me!
I come close to the counter,
As close as I can, pressing my stomach against its cold edge,
I carefully spell out, “Good morning, a cup of coffee, Grande, please.
Caramel Frap, with no whipped cream.”
I catch a smile. “Can I have you name?”
O, yes, you may, you may.
“Y-A-N-I-N-A.”
My body is trained.
I step aside and wait.
I hold my breath.
“Caramel Frap with no whipped cream for Yanina.”
I let go.
I am on my way.