{"id":71848,"date":"2020-06-27T21:41:27","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T01:41:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=71848"},"modified":"2020-06-27T21:41:27","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T01:41:27","slug":"caffeinated-gratitude-hour-13","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/caffeinated-gratitude-hour-13\/","title":{"rendered":"CAFFEINATED GRATITUDE &#8211; Hour 13"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">CAFFEINATED GRATITUDE<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Gotta make some coffee. It\u2019s my first thought as the sublime sunrise<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">creeps up over the water\u2019s edge to smack me in the face again.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">We have the bedroom curtains, the rods too.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">But fuck me if we\u2019ve hung \u2018em yet.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I tell myself that\u2019s what the coffee\u2019s for.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Up-n-shuffle. Bathroom first. Spend an extra minute washing my hands<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Aren\u2019t we all paranoid these days? I tell myself again, that\u2019s<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">what the coffee\u2019s for. Focus. On the good stuff.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Empty yesterday\u2019s grounds. Wash the pot.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Fill the machine with water.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Unfold a filter, spoon out the grounds.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">But I don\u2019t hit \u201cBrew.\u201d Not yet.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I hold my hands out over the coffeepot, the filter, the coffee<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I say a prayer of gratitude. Thoughts and prayers, I know, but I do<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">for the bean farmers, that they may know what a gift they cultivate<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">for the roasters, for the factory food packers<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the grocery truck driver, the stock clerk<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the checkout girl<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Each one of them played a vital role<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">It reads like a walk-on in the script, maybe<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">But individual hands<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Specific hands<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Human hands<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Brought me and my coffee together today<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Then I press the button.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Oh. I, uh, plug the machine in.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">The switch has already been flipped<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">the water rumbles cheerfully.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Why didn\u2019t I check it?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I did the same thing yesterday.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">All over the world, in every moment<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">Strangers unite me with my day, every day<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">I hold them in my heart, sipping solace from my thermos<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">as I read Kerouac\u2019s poetry on the southbound train.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400\">It\u2019s been hours now, and my coffee\u2019s still hot.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>CAFFEINATED GRATITUDE &nbsp; Gotta make some coffee. It\u2019s my first thought as the sublime sunrise creeps up over the water\u2019s edge to smack me in the face again. We have the bedroom curtains, the rods too. But fuck me if we\u2019ve hung \u2018em yet. 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