Oh! Emancipated Senses!

Oh! The calamity of the spoken word unmeditated!
Oh! The power of the written verse practiced and precomposed!

For instance:
When morning lids unlock the mind from ethereal reverie,
the senses are set free as well.
And following emancipation,
dream-logged legs clumsily stagger to the kitchen for coffee’s sake
while sloppy fingers clear away fresh sleepy from the eyes.

Muscle-memorized arms rise,
allowing Hands to prop ajar the cabinet and remove the coffee’s cylindrical house
before a simple close.

Nostrils awaken when nimble thumb and finger pry off the lid,
unleashing that unmistakable dawn fragrance.

Hands,
approaching normal deft with every stroke,
now move swiftly in motion (in stark contrast to slothful body).
One pulls a drawer –
grabs hold of a carroty-orange tablespoon,
removes, then shuts said drawer.
Digging three scoops of ground beans,
practiced Hands gingerly accelerate
as each portion is set into the rested crinkled filter,
already at home in the clever contraption.

Torso twists.

One penta-pronged extremity seizes the pot as
The Other twists a release of three cups streaming water.
The Other twists once more,
now counterclockwise,
to extinguish the gush.

Torso twists back.

Hands, now alert and adept
pour into the contraption’s room,
discomforting water,
for a moment:
Then stillness.

A effortless switch flip.

FIVE minutes, allowing the rest of groggy body to catch up with Hands.

Then, following a quick transfer to a drinkable Canadian moose mug,
The Other unhurriedly dispenses into a stinky morning mouth,
allowing Taste,
to finally,
awaken.

And immediately:
Eyes – vigilant.
Taste – conscious.
Nostrils – joyous.
Hands – adroit.
Ears – with Eyes, somehow more alert now.

OR:
“What’d you do this morning”
“I woke up, made coffee…”