"Why do we bother with the rest of the day"
"the swale of the afternoon,
the sudden dip into evening,"
"then night with his notorious perfumes,
his many-pointed stars?"
"This is the best —
throwing off the light covers,
feet on the cold floor,"
"and buzzing around the house on espresso —"
From the poem
"Morning" by Billy Collins
("Picnic, Lightning", University of Pittsburgh Press)
You can read the rest of the poem here
and listen to Garrison Keillor recite it here, at the
"Writer's Almanac" on National Public Radio.
Pouring the perfect caffè latte.
Photographed at Demel's.