Conversation Over Morning Coffee

Lashes lift and eyes adjust to light,
another day of nothing,
and everything discovering a voice.
Flannel prints are soft, wrinkled,
minds initiate questions and we
join,
answers fall from our mouths
as we speak our stories together,
raising stones of friendship
in a circle of quiet bonds,
distinctive parts synchronized,
harmony in our rooms,
shadows brush faces with life,
breath.