Ahhhhh……

Morning Java

Ah, warm wonder of
rich steaming coffee brings spring
morning air to life.

Our bodies are truly wonders. A taste, a smell or something in our senses triggers a synapse and a memory pops up. I’m a fan of coffee so the taste and smell of morning coffee is “normal” and I seldom have a brain spark when I have a sip. This morning was different. A haiku and a memory popped up.

Many years ago I listened to a theatrical performance about coffee from a friend…Jason. Jason did this beatnik routine, topped with a beret and he didn’t allow us to applaud, only snap our fingers. The speed at which he recited his prose poem was incredible. The ever increasing tempo and drama of his recitation was about the magic of coffee. bean to cup to mouth. The entire audience was captivated moving ever closer to the edge of their seats. Each word celebrated the drama of being alive with this thing that we didn’t really know until the very end. Coffee.

The sweet smell of the bean and the brew this morning took me back to that performance and to my friend Jason and his bride. To the day we first met, the weekend when he got married, and to the last time I saw the two of them in Laguna Beach.

The power of coffee.