Cafe Moon for Katí

(from the moon series - Camino de Santiago Edition)

as sweet as the sugar is in this coffee
that burns the soul awake in the morning,
that jump starts the days and the auditorium
seating on the street (for the dog and pony
show) for the face show, for the runway
flash, for the glitz and glam and the drive
to watch ants waltzing down Rua do Franco

as if there were no moon to count time,
as if there were no church bells ringing
for mass, as this long walk comes to an end
and the memories entangle themselves

with older ones, as the dogs sleep
after eating all night and the lizard tries
to untangle an inquisitive web, as the world
spins and spins and eventually I will take a plane
backwards around the earth to find my heart
nestled in the Pacific Northwest pines, waiting
in percolation like a good cup of coffee.