Today is a day for
day drinking. Coffee.
I typically don’t
drink coffee after 3PM. Especially alone. And most certainly not during the
week.
But, this week has
been extremely sobering. And I just need to take a quick break to feel
comforted and warm all over. If only for a moment.
To hide. Alone in
the darkness…in liquid form. Knowing full well that once it is downed, I will
rise again, wide awake, unable to go to sleep. Both literally and figuratively.
I just want to
embrace something certain and fair, or at the very least, fair trade.
To numb my tongue
to all of the ugly utterances, unhelpful once unleashed, with a scalding cup of
caffeinated clarity.
To drink up every
last drop as I percolate with purpose. Just a short stop to simply regroup and
refresh and recharge.
Americano first! And
then a return to the reality at hand.
Our nation’s
stunted growth. Not from too much coffee, but too little compassion. A long
brewed bitterness covered with artificial sweetness that provides no
nourishment.
A slow drip of
self-centered sludge. Rendered through trickle down assurances that I matter.
And only I matter. Not that “other.” The one without quite as much cream to
their complexion.
And it’s ready
made and available to be slurped up with the satisfaction that whatever I think
or feel or perceive is truth. Because the facts apparently come decaffeinated.
They’ve lost their zing. We have alternatives now and I can order my truth
completely fact free!
All whipped up
with a lot of hot air. Unscrupulously stirred to a state of delirium in a
constant crusade for justification…rather than justice. Rightness over
righteousness.
And should anyone
find themselves burned by their recent order. So readily served up and
swallowed down…just get on with the gulping! Searing your insides right through
to your soul.
Because you can’t
send it back. And you can’t stop. Because someone might see that you’ve stopped.
And at this point it’s all about saving face. Saving self. Selfishness.
The slow drip of
self-centered sludge. Rendered through trickle down assurances that I matter.
And only I matter.
For the love of
God, wake up and smell the coffee!
It’s a constant
cycle. Of emptiness. Filled with more emptiness. Demanding to be filled
with…more emptiness! A bottomless cup that promises to save, but will cost us
all in the long run. Even those of us who didn’t order it!
All for the sake
of ego.
A very sobering
thought.
So I made myself a
cup of coffee. At 3 o’clock in the afternoon. All alone. On a weekday.
Because I just need a quick break. From all of it. If only for a moment.
Because I just need a quick break. From all of it. If only for a moment.
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