Her Coffee Poem by Mohammad Yousef

In the early hours,
when dawn whispers through the curtains,
and the world is still wrapped in the quiet embrace of sleep,
she rises,
a gentle rustle in the stillness,
the soft patter of bare feet on cool tiles.
The kitchen beckons,
a sanctuary of warmth,
where the kettle hums its familiar tune,
like an old friend,
ready to awaken the senses.

She cradles the mug,
its ceramic surface warm against her palms,
the rich aroma swirling,
a deep, dark promise of comfort,
inviting her to dive into its depths,
to savor each sip as it dances on her tongue,
bittersweet, like memories that linger long after they fade.

The steam rises,
a delicate wisp of dreams,
carrying with it the weight of her thoughts,
the chaos of yesterday,
the hopes of tomorrow,
each swirl a story,
a moment suspended in time,
a reminder that life brews in layers,
both simple and complex.

She watches the world outside,
the sun peeking over the horizon,
painting the sky in hues of orange and gold,
a canvas alive with possibility.
Her coffee, a ritual,
a grounding force in the whirlwind of life,
the heartbeat of her morning,
where silence speaks louder than words,
and the world slows down,
just for a moment.

With every sip,
she finds pieces of herself,
the strength in the darkness,
the sweetness in the light,
the balance that exists between chaos and calm,
as the liquid warmth courses through her veins,
a reminder that she is alive,
that she is here,
in this fleeting breath of time.

The mug empties,
leaving traces of warmth,
and she smiles,
for in that simple cup of coffee,
she has found clarity,
a sense of purpose,
a connection to the universe,
and a promise that,
like the brew itself,
each day is a new beginning,
a fresh start,
waiting to be savored.