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