Did you know
The berries
you ate, after which you stayed awake
With vigor
and spark
Would pour
into my cup, so rich and dark?
Devout
Arabians, the potent alcoholic drink your foe,
Did you know
The beans
you roasted, ground, and boiled
And called
Kahweh
Would heat a
ceramic cup, bring warmth to me?
Eager
Venetian trader, traveling a northern road,
Did you know
The magic
drink you introduced to Europe’s
Rebirthed
minds, old and young
Would touch
my lips, please my tongue?
Clever Dutch
adventurer, whose soul stooped low,
Did you know
The tree you
stole, the plantation that started
On a Pacific
shore, away from frost
Would open my
eyes, awaken my thoughts?
Greedy
French naval officer, a fruitful crop to sow,
Did you know
The tree you
took to the Caribbean, closer to the dimly lit shop
Warm and
comfortable, where I spend my day,
Would stir
up memories, help me know what to say?
Crafty
military aide, to Brazil you did go,
Did you know
The branch
you snuck, the industry that grew
Around the
world, the powerful aroma for my readers to smell,
Would seize
their senses, strengthen the stories I tell?
