my coffee

I poured my coffee
And sat
At the table
Kicking my feet
That dangle off the chair
Waiting for the sun
To peak above the horizon
And begin the day
Listening to the tick
Of the grandfather clock
And sat
And kicked my feet
Watching the steam from my coffee
Stop dancing towards to the ceiling
And listening
To the absence of bird calls
Waiting
As my coffee
Grew cold