The handle of the soup pot heavy in hand;
The whine of water racing from the pipes,
swishing and splashing as it’s caught.
Full, but not to the brim,
Stop the water and place the pot,
still swaying on the stove
Turn, click.click.click, pop-whoosh
the burner is lit
A small ring of fire
The tapping of cool metal as it heats.
You can do this
have done this:
moved matter – creatively contained it – set this process in motion.
Unable to do anything but
While water ever so maddeningly slow
is set to boil
wipe down the counter
turn up the heat
add salt because you’ve heard that helps
An eternity has passed – a moment, a day
Along the surface of the pot
a single, small, layer of bubbles have formed
not one will surface
today the water doesn’t boil
maybe the gas runs out
As if your life depends on it.
Along with the rest of the world.