Did you know it only takes
20 seconds to destroy
Standing by the kitchen window
coffee beans and thoughts
a blur; the whirr of the grinder
my morning ritual comfort – the only
time I ever take the time to count time
I count as I gaze outside
at a froth of sea and sky.
Alcatraz, Angel Island, the Marin Headlands
beckon the waves and wind
I just keep counting
I look down at my hands
the skin looks dry and thin
my fingers sprout black feathers
and try to fly away again.
Your face magically appears,
but I recognize you…
as strange and beautiful
as the faint shiver of day-moon.
(A neuroscientist wrote
the brain processes both
fantasy and reality the same way
in the same place in the brain.
So deep down in the swerve
of my mind, the curve of your cheek,
the space between your breaths
is as real to me as the buzz of
the Colombian beans I now grind)
I stop the grinder just for a moment
and realize I’ve been staring the sun
straight in the eye…
(grinding’s almost done…)
A handful of starlust
A whistle of a teakettle
Through the dust motes
And you’re gone.