our mornings have grown

the newness settled into a routine

i soon learned the differences in coffee

my predictable can

versus your bag of exotic beans

i learned the grinder whine

as beans were reduced to a powder

the touch of cinnamon 

my sweet Italian cream

were more than mere compromises

they were a confluence of mighty rivers

where differences became a mutuality

my walk to the bedroom

my morning ritual, bringing you coffee

i am the early riser

setting the coffee on the nightstand

lowering to my knees, reaching across

my arm cups you to my lips

and with that ritual i do 

begin the rivers flowing to the sea

where once we were separated

we are now joined forever

2/5/19