coffee farm//or what i romanticize about coffee

i was invited to la hermosa coffee farm in guatemala,
to see what lies beneath the soil,
what comes out from beneath to spin the world
in dizzying arrays of wondrous tastes dancing across the palate,
but maybe i’m just romanticizing seeing a coffee farm for the first time
in my life,
and the reality, i’m afraid to say, afraid to admit, afraid to see,
will be grossly underwhelming,
but i guess if that’s the case, i can always drink myself half to death
and pretend that i’m not really here