Coffee Beans Poem by Quinn Ferry

There were coffee beans in the air.
And I don't remember how I got there but I do remember what brought me there.
A billion little letters in a million books-
And I wanted them all.
I was greedy.
My brain said, 'Feed me.' I distinctly remembered it watered like a mouth in the presence of bread after a forty day fast.
Ink.
Ink inside of covers that promised an eternity if you would allow them.
Surrounded by bones that supported bodies fresh and old.
I've been told that we're all on that same path. Pursuing the understanding of things that maybe we aren't meant to understand.
But here we sit anyway, our hearts praising and identifying with smudges on a page written by somebody in a chair who too smelled coffee beans in the air.