deep in thought about coffee beans

as i sit

here sipping

on a hot cup of coffee.

i stare

into the smooth raw

umber mix

of Stevia

and heavy cream,

stirred gently.

i blow onto

the steam and wonder

where these beans came from.

who leaned

over

or up

in their wide straw

hat

and snatched them from

the branches

for the burlap

bag

before being trucked

and processed,

then shipped

to my store here in Springfield.

i become lost

in thought

thinking about Columbia,

and Brazil,

jungles

deep into the heart of strange

far away

countries like Paraguay,

when the phone rings.

i'll have to get back to these thoughts

later, it seems.