daltonc71

Williams Morning Cup

He woke up this morning,
Heavy burdened, a grogginess unchanged
by the Columbian coffee being poured down
his horse and dry throat.

His burden so robust that is winds the scale
past the maximum point under his feet.
He questions the very structure
of his upbringing, the simple choices made
by a conditioning he normally is unable to feel.

Today is different; he stares out of a familiar
kitchen widow slightly dirty from last nights
rain, he questions his position and stance
in the chair which is filled by him every morning.
Staring out at this renewed view, filled
with so much beauty as he turns with a jerk to follow
a grackle landing on the neighbors house.

A quarter size amount is spilled from his coffee
coated lips as his morning beverage comes
to rest on his cotton blended slacks. These slacks
now stained like the window filling his vision,
and stained like many of the choices
that stand for questioning in his mind.

He takes one last drink, and heads to work.