so much
so the oil man came early this morning
like at the crack of dawn
knocking at the door
looking for a check
let me write two and post date them
it's going down below zero tonight
that's Fahrenheit folks
and we have a full tank to keep us cozy
-
so there was no cream for the coffee
tiny island store didn't open for another half hour
and when i finally got in line
the owner let me cut...took my crinkled 2 dollars
before the guy with 18 lottery tickets to cash in
maybe he recognized the look of desperation on my face
so much depends upon.....
that first sip of coffee in your warm kitchen
on a sunny morning
so much depends upon...
how you see the world
so much depends upon...
how we treat each other
that first sip of coffee in your warm kitchen
on a sunny morning
so much depends upon...
how you see the world
so much depends upon...
how we treat each other
the poetry lies
in a conversation with the oil man
pajamas, morning breath, tousled hair
slight scent of diesel in the air
the poetry lies with
a purple box of half and half
morning sunlight shining on the white circle in my coffee cup
so much depends upon
a random connection
Enjoyed the read, most refreshing.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Lovely - really.
ReplyDeleteAbout the coffee cream - oh yes. I have been known to put down the paper, don shoes and run into the village early, early because so much depends on that first cup of coffee.
In my house, everything depends on that first sip of coffee!
ReplyDeleteYour poem allowed me to inhabit this world for a short spell.. the weather is fine, the coffee good.
ReplyDeleteIntriguing oil man and connection - nice lines.
ReplyDeleteYou aced it. I could see all of this, and really enjoyed your poem!
ReplyDeleteso much depends upon
a random connection.... I love the story you told here.
Oh, absolutely...the poetry does arrive in all of these ways...I so enjoyed seeing how it showed up for you today...great perspective. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a delightful read, great thoughts indeed and well written. Greetings!
ReplyDeleteThis is very cool, all the connections that happen to make a simple thing like cream in one's coffee happen. I really enjoyed reading this.
ReplyDelete!! I adore this. The half & half - Oh, how I need that in the morning - can't drink my coffee without it. Love how you set this poem up - really enjoyed!
ReplyDeleteSo much depends on a random connection...absolutely!!
ReplyDeleteAh.. that morning coffee... but sometimes it's important to find that connection searching for the cream...
ReplyDeleteI love the stringing together of simple moments and how they can be so profound. Perfectly within the spirit of the original poem.
ReplyDeletethat eye opener; the morning cuppa can set the path of day in straight or crooked lines
ReplyDeletehave a good weekend
much love...
Poetry lies in everyday things, YES. I love this. And OH, do I understand the crux of the day depending on that cup.
ReplyDeleteintimate and compelling. I also enjoyed getting to know a bit more about you ~
ReplyDeleteThere are irritations or inconveniences to put up with. One will always be made to seek ways to try to overcome them. Very true!
ReplyDeleteHank
So much depends on a random connection...so true. You wrote so visually I felt I was standing next to you.
ReplyDeleteRandom connections are often the best kind ... so much depends upon / yes! Nice work.
ReplyDeleteLove this. It really is all about that conversation with the oil man. Hope you are staying warm! Soooooo cold here.
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