coffee and poetry

It takes a great deal of effort ( for some reason) to push aside the magazine, the newspaper, the book I'm slogging through at the kitchen counter this morning, to read instead a poem by C.K. Williams. It's a thick book, all his poems(?) and I read one, a long one, as I begin to wake up at this insane hour, 6 A.M. But it's worth it, as it always is, and I wonder just why I don't do this every morning.
Go ahead then, go read a poem today.