Espresso stamped with
deliciously heart-shaped foam
that’s a latte love

Today Dave over at #verselove introduced me to a new poetry format called Kwansaba. This format depends of sevens: seven lines, each line with seven words, all words seven letters or less, and the poem should be one of praise. (For more details read the #verselove post linked above) Here is my attempt:
Sing a Song of Coffee
Magic morning elixir in my pink cup
portals me from sleep into my day
with smells of earth that ground me
drip drop gurgle, music to my ears
first sip…aah hot dark melted amber
Jolts. Brings energy into clear present focus
never you mind that it is decaf 🙂
I’m definitely feeling the poetic struggle as I reach mid-month. My mind is on my students and figuring out how to support them in this distance learning emergency. I’m housebound with little outside inspiration. My neighborhood is nice–but it really isn’t evoking poetic thoughts right now.
So instead…I turn to thoughts of the coffee I drink every morning. The coffee I crave…want…need… And I know it’s not about a caffeine addiction, I switched to decaf more than a decade ago. So today’s poem is an ode…to decaf.
Ode to my Decaf
I swim in its depths
the warm, dark steamy whirls
of decaffeinated comfort
earthy aroma
that spirals
from my mug directly
into my nostrils
steaming open my brain
loosening thoughts
opening the doors
to today
the whir of the bean grinder
echoes
the drip drip drip
a tympanic symphony
within the glass carafe
I come up for breath
wrapping my hands
around the ceramic
warming
from the inside out
for me
it’s not the caffeine
it’s the coffee
®Douillard

When is it worth it to fly halfway across the state for a Saturday meeting? Â Up at 3:45am, driving before the sun has even begun to think about peeking over the horizon, at the airport waiting for a flight before my regular wake up time.
Arriving well before the meeting time–because airlines work on their schedules, not yours. Â Searching for coffee on a sleepy college campus, a futile exercise on a Saturday morning.

(Luckily a Philz was right off campus…a pour over experience to fuel the day to come.)

When is it worth it to meet face-to-face? Â Our hunch was right. Â We needed to be human, to be real, to not only see and hear one another, but to feel each other too. We were in need of an opportunity for a shared experience AND spaces for those small, informal conversations that build relationships and enhance the more public and formal interactions.
A network is a network when we are connected. Â Today’s long day that spanned hundreds of miles of travel for our group was definitely worth it.

I’m filled with information, inspiration, and hope…for the network, for the work, for the future. Â And I feel the warmth and comfort of relationships reinforced, bonds renewed, and the tingle that will lead to growth and new ideas.
And the cherry on the top? Â I was able to change to the earlier flight home!
