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.
I love the deceptive simplicity, the imagination and optimism of this small poem. It was not difficult for me, nor, I hope for you, to put myself in his shoes, to sit by the window with a cup of coffee and look out to see a house finch. They are something I see and something I taste / At exactly the same moment. Pause with that for a moment – to see and taste at the same time.
Perhaps, the poet suggests, the coffee and the bird are the same. What an inspired notion – to drink the finch, And see the coffee floating out / Into the horizon. What a fanciful, creative idea! After all, he tells us, things are so easily confused, / Being still so close to dream. So true, those early morning musings that can take us anywhere.
A house finch and a cup of coffee, Coffee and house finch – Either way, the day has begun in song. There is a rare music in this unconventional way of greeting the day. Check out the scene from your window the next morning you are sipping your coffee and see what your dreams may show you. Either way, what better way to begin your day.