heaven, this morning

Raw honey in warm lemon water.

Rock salt from the Punjab region, 
cracked over/
field greens, 
slick from a thick drizzle of oil.

Italian. 
Olive.
That peppery finish.

The sizzle of small brown eggs from a local farm, 
perfectly fried in coconut oil.
The hiss of hot stainless steel. 
The lightly browned edges. 
The half-baked yolk,
impossibly orange.

A wedge of butter smeared atop/ 
a slice of toasted sourdough, 
still warm,
a river of fat pours through its pores.

That bready smell.

Kenyan coffee flows from a french press into a ceramic mug
made by a friend of mine who makes ceramic mugs. 

A sip of citrus.

A bite.
A swallow.

A sip of citrus.

This morning/
heaven.