At a Loss

At a Loss
		
Wiping the rim  
of my mocha cup
a gentle outside 
morning pleasure
I clean the edge 
of chocolate
licking my finger 
sweet

I sip while heat 
ravages our world
sip while Gazans beg 
cures for their infants
sip while Trump brags 

Here in the capsule  
of my morning quiet, 
I try
and fail to hold it all
sip      breathe      
send peace send love 
and still the lichen grows