Not once did it question why I had created it and left it there alone.
Not once was it angry at my human-ness.
My coffee mug, like a devoted canine companion, was there waiting for me with imagined puppy-dog eyes to look up at me as I finally returned from a day started without it.
And for that reason, I write this poem.
ODE ON A TRAVELER MUG
You noble, elegant and quiet vessel
Of infinite wakefulness
In those silent morning hours
You beautiful purveyor of AM bliss
Of inspiration, of energy
And of ritualized addiction
You friend of humanity
In your comforting, warming ways
You carry forth the essential 'lifeblood'
And allow it to travel, to move through space and time
Ever warm, ever present, ever within reach
Earlier that morning I brewed a special blend of black crushed beans
And poured it inside you with all the greatest intent
Of bringing you, and the treasure you carried inside you
With me on that day's quest into servitude
But, rushing, oblivious
Perhaps because of the fact I hadn't yet savoured
Even a single ounce of the fruit that you bore
I departed on my journey alone
I departed on my journey without you
And had all but forgot the grand designs
I held in my heart and mind for you
Finally, twelve hours hence
I returned home
Only to be greeted by your presence
Standing, patiently, lovingly, like a stoic sentinel
Like a beloved, cherished and faithful canine companion
Greeting me from where I left you alone and quietly waiting for me
On my morning breakfast counter