Poetry – as I pause

it is the little things

100 beans

counted slowly

ground by hand

press & drip

froth & pour

a little heart

leaf or flower

it is warm

in my hands

as I pause…

the scent wafts

eyes close

corners of my mouth

curl upward

these are the things

that give me joy

in the moment

and hope

for the future. 

J. Belle