Cinnamon Coffee

The calm that I chase all day

Counterprodutively, with cups of coffee that I spike with cinnamon

Citing productivity as the excuse,

This calm, that I chase and chase away simultaneously,

Sometimes sets itself down beside me at 2 in the midnight,

Rests its head on my shoulder, as tenderly as one can only write about

And the day feels like it finally has started

This is my perfect morning.

Mornings, that start with watching sunrises with eyes brimming with sleep

Cinnamon coffee to the rescue again.

Calm is mistress, coffee is marriage.