Who Knows

There is more to morning
than coffee
But without it who knows
how slow
I would go and whether
together
With the crows I could carry
myself
Across the frozen field without
falling
Forgetting if I am inside out or
outside in
It’s all in the brew of becoming
aware
Of where I am going without ever
Knowing.

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