Coffee Pot Sonnet
10/31 2021
The coffee pot sits unwashed on the counter
And I sit there staring, wishing it was full
Seeing that I'm just about to encounter
What I've always feared, what most of us recall.
Echoing throughout time I whisper of our secret
Of what we delude ourselves with, and notice,
Of what I shout at the coffee, and to the street
That all of it, me, you, is a misguided promise.
To trace it throughout time would be useless,
Just like trying to pinpoint the time and place.
Because, can we still ask for forgiveness
When all it has taken is all there is in this case.
Wither away slowly, go away, come up again,
My coffee pot glows over its humble domain.