A Sports Game And A Cup Of Tea Poem by nathan martin

Instant faith like a tea kettle,
waiting for the whistle is the hardest part.
staring at the stove top
watching heat and water move,

stirring atoms with a spoon
demi-god of all that is kitchen

now some say the world will end in fire some say ice
valhalla with camomile sounds so nice.

my world is elemental, still and calm
my world is sunday afternoon

and liverpool plays fulham
waiting for the whistle is the hardest part