They say ‘a watched pot never boils’

but I’ve done this quite a bit

and the pot I watch always boils

unless of course the flame burns out

but otherwise

it boils

watched or not

and there is something meditative about it

about watching science at work

watching the pot just silently sit there

but knowing that it’s slowly heating up

slowly rising to s boil

and I feel like a caveman sometimes

memorized at the magic flame dancing beneath

until the pot whistles

and I grin

knowing I proved the old idiom wrong once again

and to celebrate

I pour some of this magic water into the French press

and then I watch the coffee grounds and the water

become one

and this happens faster than a watched pot boils

and then I press the grounds down

and pour a cup of coffee

and for a moment I watch the cup

until it cools off just enough

to take a sip

and all of that watching

and all of that waiting

is worth it

because now the day can begin.

About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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