Coffee altar

Coffee altar, where mind’s music climbs the ephemeral trellis, the beanstalk, and floats out briefly on the dark, cool water… by what fermentation process can you stay and populate the river valleys that feed into it, that feed into me and all of us growing by its vast, blank edge? Let us, please, trust the reeds with our residue and our becoming. Let a magnetism away from shatteredness guide us, with gentle and inexorable force, forward, home.