My Form Of Therapy Poem by Jeremy Patnou

A long day draws to an end
Following behind me
The trail of a long days grievances
Able now to be set-aside
Burdens to be worked out
Another time
Coming home with my work on my back
I enter my home and unpack
Setting pen, paper and pencil aside
Now at home my time is finally mine
Stress, bells and teachers outside
Heading to the kitchen
My stress relief waits
Atop the kitchen shelf
There is the machine
Complete with the pot
Searching through fridge and cupboard
I find the grinds
Aromatic of what heaven must be
Filter and water level I set
As the peculation begins
gurguling gushing sounds of
a rich coffee fountain
finished brewing there it sits
My liquid black ready to drink
Steaming hot, tip the pot
Pour me a cup, fill it right to the top
A dash of crème to top it off
The perfect way to end
A rather imperfect day I say.