All night while we sleep
in the dark of the kitchen by the sink
the coffee tumbler stands on its head upside down like a yoga pose in the drying rack
beside the Belgian beer glass, the salad spinner, the rubber spatula and spoons.
When I rise I am the first to the coffee maker
and there I salute the coffee tumbler,
the Belgian beer glass and spoons
for they are dry, it took them all night,
and soon to be wet again.