Warm Cup, No Rush

Steam rising from the cup in my hands

No appointments, no demands

The morning lays itself out slow

Nowhere I'm supposed to go

The radio is murmuring low

Some old song I used to know

I hum along but miss the words

Just like the half-asleep do

Let the minutes pool

Like honey on a spoon

Let the light come easy

Let me stay here soon

Warm cup, no rush

Nothing pressing, nothing much

Just the quiet doing what the quiet does

Settling like dust

Warm cup, no rush

No alarms, no need to fuss

This is all I want and all I ever was

Warm cup, no rush

The cat has claimed the sunny chair

I let her, I don't care

I find a spot beside the sill

And everything goes still

I trace the grain along the table

Take as long as I am able

There's a kind of wealth in mornings like this one

Unhurried, undone

Let the minutes pool

Like honey on a spoon

Let the light come easy

Let me stay here soon

Warm cup, no rush

Nothing pressing, nothing much

Just the quiet doing what the quiet does

Settling like dust

Warm cup, no rush

No alarms, no need to fuss

This is all I want and all I ever was

Warm cup, no rush

I used to fill the hours up

Count the minutes, count my luck

But something changed somewhere along the way

I learned to let a morning stay

I learned to hold a cup with both my hands

And not need anything more than this

To understand

Warm cup, no rush

Nothing pressing, nothing much

Just the quiet doing what the quiet does

Settling like dust

Warm cup, no rush

No alarms, no need to fuss

This is all I want and all I ever was

Warm cup, no rush