You’ve seen the coffeemaker,
how the heat is required,
how flow and bubble unfold,
and there needs to be alignment
or all that fragrant flavour
is wasted on the countertop and floor.
So too with me,
the way my will
can shove me out of line,
afraid of the devotion
of the shift back
to centre,
unsure of my capacity
to receive warmth.
And yet the subtle shift
allows me to be filled,
receive the drips
until there is enough to share
the energizing fuel.