The Window of Time 

So hot it comes out that my hands cannot hold

Onto the mug that contains it

Enticed I cautiously let some of the 

Dark liquid into my mouth 

Relishing the slightly bitter, comforting taste

Cautiously swigging a little more

Admiring the thin sheen that floats atop  

Once the wondrous liquid cools

To the temperature of my own mouth

It’s perfection

I guzzle with abandon

Knowing it’s smooth body is meant to savor

I cannot slow myself down

Neglecting too little at the bottom of the mug

Sometimes allowing myself to walk away

The flawlessness fades fast

My pleasant, inviting companion chills

Yet I will continue to consume the 

Tepid remains of my morning mugful 

Because I still love my coffee dearly

– liz gilbert