As I Sip My Coffee... Poem by Gavin Robinson

The space between my coffee maker
and window is illuminated by small beams of light.

And they remind me of a flowing river.

Narrow channels of light pouring into a vast sea.

The pair of shoes I forgot to pick up last night
tossed about like a pebble
that skimmed across the surface of my carpet.

And the laces remind me of a small creature between the current.

Both bathed by the Sun and glistened by drops of dust.

I took the first sip from my, now warmed, mug
and I stand—

Staring at the shine above it all.