Ritual

In the quiet 
that’s now become 
I hear the 
call of kettle 
and the clank
of coffee cups 
as though they’re 
impatient little ones 
trying to figure 
out their way 
around the kitchen 
in a minute 
I holler as
I drag myself 
across cold floors 
to witness that
there’s no one 
here but me 
myself and I 
my divine cabal