Sitting this still day
at the kitchen counter
sunlight accenting dark rings
on marbled red Formica
near old Seth
my ox of a wall clock framed
three-inch thick wood
when my right elbow jerks
as his big hand clanks ahead
one minute to ten twenty-nine
smacking my made-to-last
glass carafe off the counter
in an icy second…
a galaxy slips…recovers
I slip off the stool
fumbling for one hot second
and voila, Mr. Coffee saved.
Seth chimes the half hour
I sip lukewarm coffee
letting a drip down
the outside of my yellow cup
then wipe it up with a finger
recalling past good saves.
RE: Diana Morley. This poet is extremely relatable. Clear well envisioned images that feel like they are happening within my life. Bravo!