What does brewing coffee sound like?
|The warm memory of my grandfather’s percolator singing
in the chill of an Oklahoma dawn
wakes me on cold Nevada mornings.
I get up and walk barefoot across the freezing tile floor.
In the kitchen,
I measure the ebony grounds into the basket
of the drip coffee maker,
then I put water in the tank
and turn the contraption on.
As I watch,
the dark liquid begins to drip into the carafe,
while the coffee maker’s melody whispers
sweet nothings to my mind.
the aroma of dawn reverberating
through the silent morning and carrying
to my sleeping soul the song of a new day.