everything slowed down waiting? the french press…presses slowly, the smell of coffee in steam rises…barely through still air, i break into small pieces the gathered loaf ends which i distribute with care in the back field for the birds lacking elderberries, some of the street lamps, across the way unsure of wether it is night or day still glowing mid-morning, carried through the stillness… you could hear the whir of wheels turning at a distance, the sky is slowly dripping off the eaves where it condenses on the asphalt tiles before slipping back to earth, the counter oven announces the toasting in ticks tick……tick…… until it gets anxious near the end of it’s timing tick..tick..tick..tick..tick.. you could hear a pin drop
