there are fragments and tangents
and all kinds of white rabbits
elephants so big they’ll fill our living room and the dining room too
there’s a metaphor in every action
a poem in the form of a crow carrying two peanuts across the road
a lullaby in the M83 album playing in the background
compelling me to wake up and wash last night’s dinner utensils
there magic in a cup of coffee
it gets me talking
it gets me walking
it gets my head thoughts wondering
there is magic in a cup of coffee