Around me you say to look —
the world is going to hell,
the climate has changed,
lovers of democracy have
become lovers of populist
autocracy, and there is
inflation, costing us more,
and crime costing the most,
and dictators making war.

As the ripples of words echo,
becoming rings in my coffee
and the aroma tickles my
brain gently and warmly
I hold tight my little
mug of peaceful-moment,
and all that matters, is to
taste the earth and water,
doing only what I can do.