April is National Poetry Month. I’m going to attempt to write one poem every day this month. Today’s poem: 10/30 – April 10th.
Some Like it Hot
It appears to be mundane
It’s a ritual actually
Remove the lid of the hand-held manual grinder
Open the stainless steel,
matte turquoise,
airtight canister
Vital next step to follow
Inhale deeply
Instant mood uplifter
Take hold of the the shiny metal scoop
Dip into the beans, filling the scoop
Pour beans into the manual grinder
Lid back in place
Begin to turn the grinder handle
Turn, squeak
Turn, squeak
Turn, squeak
Beans are coarsely ground
Unscrew the grinder
Pour freshly ground beans
Into a smaller,
Stainless steel,
matte yellow,
airtight canister
Inhale deeply
To the percolator
Add a cup,
plus a tad more,
of reverse osmosis water
Assemble the percolator
First the filter holder
Then the filter
Scoop an overflowing mound of
Freshly ground beans
Pour into filter
Add filter cover
Close percolator
Ignite the back stove burner on the right
Turn knob to high
Place percolator on burner
Ears on high alert
Listen for the magical, gurgling music
The percolator sings
When it’s singing
Set timer for two minutes, 30 seconds
Ding
Ding
Ding
Turn burner off
Remove percolator
Transferring it to the front left burner
Large mug ready to be filled
It sits on the curved,
olive-wood cutting board,
To the left of the stove top
With my left hand
Grab the hand-made pot holder
Knitted by my oldest
Using the percolator handle
Lift it from the burner with my right hand
As I tilt to pour the dark, steaming liquid
Place the pot holder on top of the percolator
Apply pressure
Place percolator on the back left burner
Once cool
Empty and rinse
Ready for the next cup
Lift mug
Inhale deeply
Walk to the rocking chair
The one by the windows
The windows with the views
Views of the Virginia Foothills and Mt Rose
Have a seat
Hold mug
Wrap hands around mug
Warm hands
Inhale deeply
Wait for coffee to cool,
Just slightly
Sip
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It appears to be mundane
It’s a ritual actually
Camilla Downs, 2024
Prompt: Write a poem about something mundane that you do regularly, that you’ve never written a poem about before.