Coffee in a cup, dark brown
and fragrant,
stray bubbles where liquid meets
cup — coffee contained, still

containing a microcosm of
atoms from faraway lands,
unintended immigrants
to a brave new world
bathed in liquid warmth,
echoing a tropical breeze.

Transformation awaits —
the touch of cool lips and
the long slow slide to the dark unknown,
still the bean and its brew live on.

This poem was written for Miz Quickly’s 3/23 prompt here.