Cup

Morning comes,
I look for you,
Knowing you'll be there.
I fill you up,
You hold it all,
Liquid sweet, bitter, hot.
I reach for you,
And find familiar curves.
Your handle lets me near.
I lift and tip you to my lips,
Breathe and sip and pause.
I sigh and warm and lift for more,
You fill me up again.

-Julia Livingston