strong coffee

I never measure coffee, as perhaps I should
"two tablespoons per 8 ounces of water"
never yields the right taste
I've learned to measure by sight and sense
just as my grandmother used to do when salting foods
"pour the salt on your hand and let the hand decide how much it needs"
I let my hand decide how much coffee I need for my day
Last night was a long night of sleep and dreams
of people long ago and of far away places,
of light, darkness, spirits and the like.
This morning the coffee is strong.

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