Coffee Pot
By Ela F
Published 28 September 2018
a morning percolating
on my stovetop
builds a bubble of nostalgia
I sip in a Sunday
any day of the week
the aroma transports me
to all the European places
I’ve paused in
and invites me to slow down
we made a meditation
every day, before speaking
pouring stillness
into little cups
in concentrated silence
we conversed through ground beans
I make my own coffee now
brew it in a moka pot
I bought myself
a short black oozes in my bloodstream
and each morning is my birthday