The short space
Between one breath
And the next.

The tight fit
Between one though
And the next.

The wide gap
Between ideas
And action.

The intimate bond
Between the smell of hot coffee,
And and quiet instant of peace.

Feelings,
Ideas,
Memories,
Wishes,
Fears and anguish,
Hopes and dreams,
Swiftly zoom by
Behind closed eyes.

Enveloped by the warmth
Of the bitter brew,
I watch them
Like the traffic
Of some distant highway
And enjoy another sip.