Laura M Quinn
8 years I lived and loved in Kosovo. Building relationships and community often happens around a small coffee table at one of their many cafes drinking a macchiato one small sip at a time and discussing life. I wrote this many years ago while waiting for a friend. It’s my ode to Kosovo. A place I will always hold dear to my heart. Can’t wait to sit and drink coffee there again…one day. The photo is my macchiato at the table I was waiting at as I wrote this:
Ode to Kosovo
Sitting
Coffee I inhale
Perfumes also fill my space
Chatter is the melody
The music is the filler
Waiting for a friend
The noises keep me company
I’m handed my macchiato
Its smell fills my mind
And it makes me smile
I love it
The day is not right till I have one
Till I have one amidst the melody of the chatter
Coffee I inhale
I take the first sip
I let it linger
The first sip is the high note
Sitting
