I feel so at home 

Working away the afternoon,

Passing hours in my house

Feel like a tomb

But here, it's natural. 

Another drink, another smile

Rinse the machines,

Toss the grounds in a pile

Find your place,

Playfully race,

There's a way 

To be okay

And nothing has to be fine 

In your own mind

But you can still find 

Joy in the inevitable

In the consistency

In the steaming of the milk the same way

Over and over again--

I miss routine

I miss trying to be

Better