The cup rests
in saucer
with coffee.
The light of morning
reflected in ceramic
cup, saucer, spoon.
Oh cup, stop reflecting.
Quit anticipating
my fingers and lips.
Rest, cup. Rest.
In your saucer.
The round and rounded indent
holds you just right.
Be at peace
with your cup-ness
With the coffee
you presently hold.
It is hot enough.
It is dark enough.
It is full enough.
The supper supped
and will again.
The pourer poured
and will again.
Be still, oh cup,
in your saucer
and rest.
And know, you cup,
that you are a cup
and that the pourer returns.