Coffee

A poem about transformation, and coffee

I wish 
You would see what I do.
That without perspective
We’re all through.

That if we choose 
We can transform
Anguish and pain
Into a light so warm.

It's easier 
If you can see
The things we feel
Aren’t you and me.

A spout
From which information overflows.
For many, too difficult to reflect
Too hard to see what we don’t know.

And even now
It feels too much to manage.
“Just keep breathing,”
Is more than an old adage.

Watch from above!
You’ll see what's true.
The things that are overwhelming you now
are not in view.

No one else can see them.
Not because they’re surreal. 
But because their power,
Only you can reveal.

A hot pot of water
Will burn whomever it touches.
Add coffee, wait, strain;
Now everyone clutches.

Although, the temperature of our water
We can never choose.
What we make with it
Is only up to you.

After all,
That's what all the greats had to do.
If only it were as easy
As making our favorite brew.

Photo by Tim Arterbury on Unsplash