Four days and counting
It’s early in the morning.
Haven’t slept a wink.
I’ve walked the floor and watched the door
and in between I drink
black coffee….
There are few bastions of adulthood left in these swirling parenthood days, few places left uninvaded, untinkered with by the curious fingers of children. Coffee is one. It smells of adulthood, of independence. The children hardly like to smell it and don’t want to taste it because it doesn’t belong to them. Black and strong and glimmering it is like the antithesis of the cheerful healthy good morning museli of the bred-in-the-bone soccer mom. Tea is cozy, bolstering and snug but coffee is late nights, cigarettes and the blues. I go to bed happy knowing that on the morrow, I will have coffee.
Not, however, when my stomach is in revolt. It has now been four days without (sniff) coffee. I am astonished to still be functioning.
I have tried to give up coffee … while reading your post I realize now it is not the physical presence of coffee that I would miss, but the emotional one.
I love coffee, and that song.
I had to give up coffee for a few years due to stomach-related issues, and I missed it like I still miss a smoke on the front porch of a house on a cold winter night.
Its the ritual of the coffee. The preparation, the wait. The smell. The heat of the mug in your hand. The right mug. The hot and bitter.
Can’t wait to have a cup with you when our lives mutually settle a bit. Let’s not wait too long or it will never happen.
The berries crackle, and the mill turns round;
On shining altars of Japan they raise
The silver lamp, and fiery spirits blaze:
From silver spouts the grateful liquors glide,
While China’s earth receives the smoking tide.
At once they gratify their smell and taste,
While frequent cups prolong the rich repast.
Oh how i enjoy your ode to coffee! Maybe the reason I love it so much is because it belongs to adults. Intersting…
Sorry you’ve had to live without it for a few days. I would be doubled over in caffien withdrawl headache pain by now if I were you.
Love Ella (if that’s the version you’re “singing”)
Life without coffee is for dogs.
You have my sympathy.
I don’t trust people who don’t drink coffee.