kathya j. ethington [caffe macchiato]

My yellow cup of java steams my soul
With flashbacks of my youth I drink it up
It fills abandoned places, every hole
I love the liquid in my honeyed cup

It soothes my spirit when chaos sets in
And makes me smile just smelling sweetest scent
I sit and stare out at this world of sin
But my brew makes sheer light of life that's bent

Each day I come to sit in quiet time
Enjoy this wondrous drink all by myself
I hear the others chatter words sublime
Am glad my coffee cup's not on the shelf

With stoneware maze I sigh in great relief
Without my daiily fuel there is much grief