Decades passed
Distance, miles and ideas,
separate me from my childhood

But let me pour
just a little cream
in my coffee
and I’m back

I’m six and sitting
on my daddy’s knee
pouring cream
into his coffee

Memories swirl
like the cream clouds
in the night of the coffee

Like coffee, I
change and am changed
by the memories
the miles and the ideas
that have touched me
that I’ve touched

And the flavor
of my life
is deeper
than if I had never poured in
the experiences
the people
and places
I am the richer for the cream
in my dreams