He’d often stare back at himself in the mirror,
wondering who he was that day.
He knew where,
but as he grew older
he found out that
mattered less.
	The sun gleamed in through the 
frosted glass,
	warming his skin,
reminding him of the
human necessity for warmth.
That first sip of coffee
was also something he routinely
enjoyed,
	almost as if anything
birthed from the earth’s soil
had an integral consistency.
Even if,	humans seemed to be
doing their best to interfere.
For now,
	the coffee remained good
and as for him,
things were a work in progress.