An Ethical Addiction

Waiting for the sun to rise through the grey mists of winter’s grip. I sit alone drinking a concuction of herbs that warms me through to the bones. Around me sit deep seated comforting chairs; inviting those who wish to counsel with them.

Around this quaint coffee shop are the melodic sounds of barista’s at work. Even in this early morning haze they work with hissing machines and steam breathing contraptions. We seldom appreciate these saintly workers; they are the breath we breathe, the soul of our generation. With knowledge of far off places at their fingertips and minds full of wisom they fill their shop with the armomatic smells of coffee and teas. They are modern day alchemists, concucting, mixing and searching for the creation of gold. I sit there quietly, as my new awakening soaks in.

Sitting across from me at a circular table, too busy to notice me are a group of businessmen. These strangers sit stabbing like daggers deeper into each others affairs. With wholehearted belief they sit and bask in each others words. Do they think for themselves or are they soulless beings kept alive by gossip and advice that holds no merrit.

In another corner sit two lovers, lost in each others eyes. Silently they sit, drunk off their apparent love for each other. While I watch them stare deeply into their souls, I notice a small billow of steam floating up into the ceiling. Is it that their half-empy coffee mugs are creating their adulation? Have the saintly barista’s created a potion of love? Has cupid been replaced by the tastebuds? Wondering I sit , not wanting to interupt their silent converstaion.

As my eyes pass over the almost empty emporium I take the last sips from my coffee mug, the taste lingering on my lips. Fresh and ready to start my day I start to head out the well used glass doors. Stopping for one moment to glance back at the barista’s, the lovers, the gossiping businessmen. I realize that though we may share different views on life and walk at different paces through it, we still share the communial love of coffee. We seek the counselling chairs in the early morning hours to guide us through our days. Maybe the alchemists behind the scene have created gold out of little dried beans, trapping us into an addiction of ethical porportions.

An Ethical Addiction

Michael Henderson

Abbotsford, Canada

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A little piece I wrote as I sat with a pen and my notebook at the local coffee shop one winter morning. Thought I would share it.

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