Morning, Just

A house finch and a cup of coffee,
Me sitting at the table and looking through the window:

They are something I see and something I taste
At exactly the same moment. Perhaps

Right then, the coffee and the bird are the same.
I drink the small finch

And see the coffee floating out
Into the horizon. It is morning, after all,

And things are so easily confused,
Being still so close to dream.

It's not the first time. Coffee and house finch -
Either way, the day has begun in song.

~ Alberto Rios