Pour Over

Good morning, Dear Ones. I am staying in a new place, with a new way of making coffee in the morning. So I decided to write a draft about it.

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedBoiling water, so frantic in the kettle,stretches out slow slow as it moves through the coffee groundssearching, like a river, for the unseen route.The river listens to the land,how it wants to be touched,and so it flows.Water in the pour-over filterholds every dark grain and as it flows is forever changed.I sit in the pre-dawn morning --hot coffee, purring cat, soft pink light of the awakening sky -- feel your presence listening how I want to be touchedholding every grain of my beingas you flow.We are forever changed.