evening cup

 
 
 
an evening cup
at Center Market
coffee
 
sitting in my favorite
comfortable chair
in the corner
 
steam rising from  
my cup of Peru
 
a barrier against
the cold on this
late January day
 
soft lighting
 
coffee house  
music
 
almost dark outside the
big picture glass
window
 
old Victorian buildings
begin to silhouette
against the evening
stretching out like
a tired cat
 
whatever this day
wrought is now
thrown out,  
disguarded
 
no more than the seeds
left over in an apple
core  
 
real courage begins
now
 
to sit here:
 
not to dream
 
not to think
 
not to believe
 
that is the true
gift