Once I saw a pieta in my coffee crema,

Not in extreme detail… its fucking coffee crema,

But i recognised a pieta scene all together.

It quickly began dispersing and then it was gone.

Todays reading was just a crema orb, i thought of

The wholeness available to us, the togetherness

And interestingly, that orb did not break apart

As i carried my coffee back to my room.

Ive seen so many shapes and images in my

Auspicious coffee crema,

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I wonder if those priests of chance

Back in Roman times, so obsessed with the

Flight pattern of birds, would they interpret 

My coffee crema as well, if they had a travel

Sized aropresss would they become interested

In finding meaning there too. A place i go to

Everyday, a tool i use every morning. A ritual.

A liturgy. My Eucharist. A crema communion.