Tables and breaks

There is a simple joy

To be found

In the quiet sounds

of the night before breakfast

As all the plates are laid

In an equal round

All the juice begs and pleads

to be tasted only eight hours early

when really your only attention goes

To the most flavourful brown

of the columbian joyful coffee grounds

tempting all who prepare for the mornings seep

to not sleep but to dream

of the here and now which is

neither here nor now

Sometimes the morning can't come quickly enough?