Moments of silence,Form around my morning coffeeI stare out into spaceMy hands wrapped around my favorite mugThick and heavy and whitePictures of writers, writing…I found it at a book store coffee shopLoved it so much, I went back for anotherIt has become part of my morningsSteamy aroma, waftsAround, up and over, edgingBetween my thoughtsBlank pagesWait for my coffeeTo push me into a writing modeEspresso grind of inspirationMy hands warmed, I set my favorite mug asideAnd stare out the window…