The dawn is teasing the dark horizon, a pink-smeared promise along its edge.
I cradle the warm cup between my hands, quiet solitude.
The dark, sweet coffee rolls across my tongue like a samba,
and I taste the shadows and sunshine of faraway places…
a momentary romance, a travelogue of rich invitation.
I close my eyes and inhale slowly, exhale slower still,
finding the rythm of my day in the beating of my heart.
I am most present in this moment and,
whatever else may come,
I am awed a humbled by my very occupation of this
complex machinery of me….
bound by its wonder, body and soul, science and mystery.
The sun rises, as do I,
and so begins another day.2