The Wave Series: Froth

My little corner,

At the seaside cafe;

Overlooking the sea,

The ancient chair,

Knows my curves perfectly,

Over the years of steady rendezvous,

Seating me snugly,

In the comfort of its cushion.

The waiter comes in,

With my favourite cuppa,

Strong filter coffee,

Brimming over

The stainless steel tumbler.

Blowing over the foam,

As I sip the hot creamy liquid;

Burning my tongue,

I am intrigued by a question;

Who stirs the ocean?

This huge cauldron of froth.