Stray Thoughts over Coffee

It’s 12.56 AM and what can I say about memory,
(pouring coffee into my blue mug)

Blue is such a funny color
It can be eyes, and emotions too.

It’s 12.56 AM and what can I say about impermanence
(stirring bubbles into my coffee)
Coffee is such a funny thing, too
So much can happen over coffee.
So much can drown in it.

It’s 12:56 AM and what can I say about dreams
(inhaling the bittersweet Arabica fragrance)
Fragrance is such a funny thing
It can belong to a person, it can belong to a book
“I want to gift you this Paper Passion perfume”.

I like the stillness of 12.56 Am.

It’s a funny hour, this night
that ushers
outlandish thoughts
which start
and end
in tingles on cold hands.

I like cold hands, too.
Open hands.
It’s 12.56AM, and what can I say about time
(sipping my coffee, I’m satisfied)
Time is such a funny thing
In the watch it goes forward
and I,
I go backward.
Sometimes in circles.

1AM
is still
12.56AM

I think I’ll make myself another cup.