MEDITATION

July 08, 2019 / John Grimmett

On Mondays,
I must remember that grief
is not unlike the making of a cup of coffee.

Process over consumption,
I sit and watch the steam
escape the silence
while a slow, steady tick
of a ceiling fan
cuts through the summer heat
and seconds
and minutes
and hours
and days
and days
and days.

Life undulates:
I look down at my cup,
still and full.

I, too, am cold.

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