Morning coffee and poetry

If thou of fortune be bereft

And in thy stores there be but left

Two loaves, sell one and with the dole

Buy hyacinth to feed thy soul.

I am doing many things to "feed my soul while staying at home. One of those things is making coffee. I have never been able to make good coffee but while cleaning out kitchen cabinets I found an old Melitta coffee maker. I must have picked it up at a yard sale years ago.

I took it out and cleaned it. Then I went to Shaw's (with a mask on) and bought a pound of vanilla flavored coffee. Surprisingly, my first attempt was so good I am drinking it black. I guess when the moment is right things happen. I am now enjoying a wonderful cup of brew to greet each day.

I have created a ritual. I make my coffee, bring it to the couch, put on a CD of various poets reading their work , close my eyes and set the mood for the day.