Morning Coffee

Clang clack cling
goes my spoon on the mug
as I form maps with my creamer
of my plans for my life

Dreams dreams dreams
of bigger things than
this room
this desk
this coffee

Am I walking about
in a desolate land?
Or do I have to uncover
those sparkling hidden rubies?

I'll find my jewels soon enough
my strength tells me so
until then I wait patiently
and take another sip