On Coffee and Dew - Annabelle Burg (2022

By Annabelle Burg

i am okay. today i am okay because i woke up. yesterday i didn’t want to wake up the morning came too soon honey light streaming onto blue walls hitting my face my sleep-filled eyes falling closed again after just a moment of consciousness. but today i am okay today i am okay because i got some coffee and sometimes coffee makes things okay and today i am okay because today the coffee was hot and fresh but two days ago it was cold and the world was frigid and dark as the depths of a lake plagued by the ice of winter and i didn’t know what the hell to do. tomorrow will be a day. so far it’s unknown what may happen. unknown the state of my okay-ness.

perhaps tomorrow i’ll wake up to a warm tinted sunrise the touch of rosy-fingered dawn brushing my sleep-filled face. perhaps i will wake up to coffee buttering up the house filling my senses with the smell of morning and when i walk outside the yellowing leaves of the trees on the way to the bus stop will glisten as if the tears of eos herself fell on them weeping from the sky as she once did as sad and sweet as her lost love. and i will sip my coffee and i will think to myself perhaps today just maybe today i will be okay.