A Morning Job

This is a poem I could probably write on most days ….

Waiting for coffee
a morning job
to shake me loose from
dreams and sleep
inspire action - not reaction -
to start on the list
of chores and should-dos

but instead I sit
pondering the warmth in my cup
the meaning of life and words

and the necessity of 
putting life into words
to experience it fully
to live -- or to know
that I am alive
as I sip the bitter
elixir of life