A house finch and a cup of coffee,
Me sitting at the table and looking through the window:
They are something I see and something I taste
At exactly the same moment. Perhaps
Right then, the coffee and the bird are the same.
I drink the small finch
And see the coffee floating out
Into the horizon. It is morning, after all,
And things are so easily confused,
Being still so close to dream.
- Alberto Ríos