Poem #2,797 | It is an Israeli coffee

~ mikebellwrites

It is an Israeli coffee –
steam
escapes a crust of grindings
as I wait for it to separate &
some kind of settlement –
A
spooned heap & hot water –
enough
[in early sun] to put
me on Ruti’s swept veranda
& back in Netzer Sereni
[my
flights cancelled due to hail
of holy wars] –
You sip it as
birds sing –
tide-marks ring
on my mug’s inside –
a time
kept before others rise –
I’ll
let this sunlight bright on a
while yet before work here
takes me from taste of war