The second cup of coffee is always sweeter
Poured into remnants of the first
Hot dark mixing with lighter cool
Stevia upon stevia
Half and half upon half and half
A tiny silver spoon swirling it all together.
The first line of the poem has been stuck in my head for a week, the neurons taking it out of my mental filing cabinets each morning as I refreshed my coffee. I finally tried expanding on it in my morning writing.
Digging deeper, I see this as a metaphor for the second half of my life: experience building on experience, sweet gratitude for all that has come before and more good things to anticipate in the future. The tiny silver spoon was bought in Japan, where we traveled for our silver anniversary-- a reminder of the lovely coffee serving sets in the hotel featuring similar spoons.