072 – Best

BEST – Glen Hartle

Coffee at grandma’s
was never fresh;
and that didn’t matter,
it was grandma’s.

The morning sun
in the kitchen had
to compete with her
window shades and

she afforded it
small victory ensuring
it would keep trying
for she knew that

the fear of missing out
needs footholds just
as yeast needs sugar.
Not a bad thing ~ just a thing.

The mug of spoons on the
table, a can of milk from
the cupboard and her raspy
laughter aloft;

this was her space
where she could be discreetly
vulnerable while
owning the room.

Coffee has never been better.