Invisible Rituals

Each morning begins with a click and a grind,

a coffee ritual brewed, the solace I find.

The world still asleep as I watch water swirl,

while sunlight spills softly, my heart starts to unfurl.

In solitude’s grip, each action unseen,

the cup in my hand, a moment serene.

Unnoticed, these gestures, yet vital they feel,

threads of my daily, invisible reel.