A breakfast psalm

Praise for the dining room window which holds a mountain-a-day,
            to reveal blue or gray or brown mystery over the city.
Praise for the copied daily Sudoko to mute our chatter,
            making friars into Trappists, brain-teased to silence.
Praise for cheeses Bruce buys to share with diverse toast,
            flavors imported, palate tempted
            (they will become for us a future bowl of mac and cheese).
Praise for the green smoothie mixture which appeals to health and not to sight,
            vegetables surprising me with tart and tang.
Praise for spread and slice and spoon,
            for crunch and munch and sip.
Praise for an out-loud-laugh,
            heralding a gem from the comics.
Praise for the brothers, in-and-out, day-planners moving
            from contemplation to action.
Praise for coffee, and coffee and coffee
            which transforms to human, to meet what waits.