the wild cup

in busyness
and early morning
I reach for you
thin-rimmed mug
or dainty cup
wide bowl
for sipping
or quick gulping
before you're
not quite hot

of course
you hold the first brew
best brew of the day
black-leaved beginning
to all that comes afterwards
you grow with me
holder of creamy
calm alert

I greet you blurry eyed
but you always look at me
with a smile
that's hopeful