POEM: The Source

The coffee was brewing
because the thought to brew it
occurred to him,
but why did the thought occur?
Where, he wondered, was the source
of that thought that was causing
several cups of sweet-smelling coffee
to come into being? He studied
this question for a few minutes,
making his way in his mind
through hours and days and decades
and centuries and eons.
He stared out the window
to a sky that was endless.
Slowly the apartment filled
with infinite space and stars
and the fragrance of fine coffee.