Same Order

I wake to the scent of fresh bread rising through the floorboards

The city finds its way in regardless

Down at seven, same stool, same cup placed in front of me before I ask

There is something in being known that small

Familiar faces hold their smiles like offerings

I take them

Some things have stayed when they had no reason to

Others left with every reason to stay

I am still learning which is which

Slowly, the way scar tissue teaches you where it hurt

The light comes through the blinds this morning at an angle I didn't expect

It lands on the table like it has somewhere to be

I watch it move

I let it

--Vera