Morning Reflection

Before the water
even starts to boil,

the firm pulse
of kinetic molecules,

moves through the
morning light
obstructed
by
dust.

An old campfire
percolator-

the way I
like to brew
my Joe,

the strongest drink
I drink these days.

A mug, handpainted
by another hand,

holds three delicate
letters naming me

while it waits-
full of potential-
to hold

more.

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