Notes in the time of Corona: A prayer for things I took for granted

Sunday coffee at 230, I miss you

I miss choosing a place, 

my friend and I taking turns

Trying to find the perfect cup.  

She with her house coffee, black

Me with my grande latte

Complaining about the people who take up tables 

with their laptops and homework

But we  also envy them just a little

We guiltily share the 450 calorie pink frosted cookie

Talking about our retired lady weeks

The coffee place are all empty now 

Chairs on tables, no cookies

The silent espresso machine no longer hissing out steam.

I drink my coffee home alone on Sundays now

Reheating it later in the day but it is not the same.

When they let us out may we not complain 

about the people and their laptops

But be happy they are back 

Will they be masked?

Will the pink frosting cookies be allowed?

We will allow them and each have our own

May there be no guilt in 450 calories

May the espresso machine steam out it’s joy