It could happen any time, tornado,
earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen.
or sunshine, love, salvation.

It could, you know. That’s why we wake
and look out – no guarantees
in this life.

But some bonuses, like morning,
like right now, like noon,
like evening.

Yes, by William Stafford

One of my bonuses is the first cup of coffee in the morning.

At that quiet hour, the day is a blank slate
and the world is not yet filled with noise and activity.
Truly, I breathe in,
anything could happen today.
Anything.
(It could be adventure or tragedy.)
Because it’s mystery and miracle.
It’s a new day.

She likes her coffee in the morning
Her heart on her sleeve
Sun dancing through the window
A little sugar and cream.

Under My Skin, Jeremy Greenhouse