eye opener

“Morning Cup”

I take morning black

with a dollop of cream low

in a westerly sky

spoon a race around

my china cup of thoughts

hook a finger through the oarlock

forecast read in surface roil
a spidery vein of fired white glaze

say light afternoon rain 
chased by roosting shadows 
lay in a course

hew to Utrecht blue

sine waves lapping parallel

just below the lip

tip back the dregs

saucer shadowed like a new moon

lighting on my fingertips.