Today I stirred my coffee with a tiny turtle spoon.
A baby spoon from the mismatched cutlery of my kitchen room.
Its just a little broken and it wiggles when I stir.
But I depend on this tiny turtle spoon
Especially when life's a blur.
One day I will be older, more "accomplished" with "nicer things."
Today, I'm at home, planning my next chapter in the wings.
The beginning, middle and end of THAT story still remains unknown.
But I do still stir my coffee with my favorite spoon I own.