Because the Good Lord Made Coffee for a Reason

And this is a morning when I most appreciate it: both the reason and the making of coffee. It is a gray morning, here, and a morning spent mostly in preparation for the evening, and the evening’s events, which will, sadly, take me far from the safety of my computer, meaning that, when I awoke, I awoke to the ugly fact that it was time for NaPoWriMo. Now. And now, uncoffee-ed and feeling rather like that fellow to the left there, I post the poem, early. This one, thankfully, at least does not contain the fancy formatting WordPress Will Not Allow, as the last poems have.

Stasis

Poem has been returned to dark depths of hard drive so it can think about what it’s done