Coffee Share Poem

If we were having coffee, mine might be an americano.
It’s usually reliable no matter where you are.
But today I’m at home sipping a pour over in a favorite mug.
Favorite mugs make most drinks more enjoyable.
This morning was the blue one from East Fork Pottery.

I miss the chance to write with others.
Planned moments where I’m forced to dabble.
And I have the pleasure to hear how other writers
approach a prompt.
Our words share so much about us.
From life moments to a way with words.

The chance to write with others provides moments of growth.
The value of time spent engaged with the word.
Connected to others.
Looking at the same thing through the eyes of many writers.

Thank you for the invitation.