A Cup of Coffee

mornings are hard

like cement they won't move

unless

i have a cup of coffee

it's like magic potion

the more i sip

the more my blood seems to move

and mornings melt

like ice cream on a hot sunny day

my mind, a wasteland

becomes a garden

roses, daffodils, and sunflowers

sprouting

bees sucking on nectars

i see

a cup of coffee

is like Linus' blanket

can't let go of it

dare i try

i'll be lying down

regurgitating

my childhood