A Swirl a Coaster and a Drop

A swirl makes a circular design
in my coffee.
I see a still life
of cream as if to be clouds
which create in the future
what I believe now.

I stir a little more
but the delusion
,no matter how seemingly
real it becomes,
won't go away
because it was
in my mind first.

I place my hands at
the back of my neck
as i look for something
to concur in relevance.
as I quietly wait for
my coffee to cool.

I drink and taste
and the cream takes
the bitter edge away
which after all
is just a part
of the coffee's character.

I look into the cup
and no longer see
a design telling a story.
I am somewhat
confused as a muddy brown color
conveys nothing.

I breath heavy
with the next sip
and can feel the vapor
being drawn into my lungs.
I sigh and it
somehow feels good.

I take the plate
which saved the table
from becoming stained
and look into the drop
which distorts my face
yet portrays my essence
in a mocha charm.

I touch the drop
with my forefinger
then press it against my thumb.
The drop is gone
and so is my pondering.

I understand who I am as I start my day,  I will save the sweet roll for later.

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