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A Watched Pot

Natalie Rowe

From countless kettles, I’ve streamed
the oxygenated water, watched
the orange pekoe eruption
of copper-brown clouds
bursting from white gauze.

But I often lack the patience
to await a rolling boil, wandering away
until the click of the auto shut-off
summons me back to the kitchen.

After the alarm, I set a timer:
exactly seven minutes steeping
so as to make neither bitter brew
lukewarmed with a surfeit of milk,
nor pallid mugful strengthened
by the cheat of a squeezed bag.

My husband will make me a cuppa cuppa
as he calls it; sometimes as a balm
sometimes as an apology, sometimes
because he simply does not know
what to say or do beyond offering
the British cure-all: a steaming cup
of tannins and theanine.

And IŽll sip it from a chipped mug
older than our marriage but
just as familiar and imperfect, and
think about the way you can
wander away from each other
until something whistles you back.





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Reader Feedback:
Loved it..especially the final words..."And IŽll sip it from a chipped mug
older than our marriage but
just as familiar and imperfect, and
think about the way you can
wander away from each other
until something whistles you back."
LOVED loved this !!
~Debs

Thank you for this delightful poem! The moment is so well described. It tempts me to run to my kitchen for a cuppa. It's true, the past has whistled away and will not return. But steaming tea gives great comfort to a nostalgic old heart.
~Claude

I loved the poem. Being a couple's therapist I thought the analogy of making the tea and the teacup was brilliant. So, so true.
~Anne

Wonderfully written! I can picture Natalie sitting in her kitchen sipping her tea from the chipped mug.
~Robin