Affogato Without Drowning

My sweet great niece

filling her heart basket with cherry tomatoes

and chilli peppers

in her grandmother's green house

on Saturday.

Today

Lunch with a friend. 

After mediocre macaroni cheese,

Let's have a dessert.

On the menu is

Affogato. 

What's that?

I know what it is

but I've never eaten or made it.

Scoops of vanilla

ice cream 

drowned 

in

a  tiny

hot 

expresso coffee.

I don't like the

bitterness of expresso coffee

and never drink it

so I don't know why I ordered it.

Not listening to my inner wisdom.

But sometimes now I do listen.

And I let myself 

weep

for the bitterness

of my

loss.

Without

drowning 

in it.

The ice cream moon tonight outside my window.