Five by Five
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1 min readJul 31, 2015
A Morning Ritual
One
The mind
Begins to stretch
And thoughts unwind their threads
You catch them all, gently spinning
A dream.
Two
Coffee —
The bitter taste
Unfurls upon your tongue
Lingering till it finds your heart:
Racing.
Three
It hums.
A blast of warmth
Tousles your damp hair.
And drapes you with its breath just like
A cloak.
Four
Gulping …
Swallowing down
Liquid clear as the glass
Lips pucker at the ugly scent —
Chlorine.
Five
Seated;
Contemplating
A tidy row of keys
At last your fingers stretch and grasp
A fugue.