Pieces of Eight (2020)

Powerless

Morning and I have too many thumbs
Coffee grounds miss and fall as brown snow
Basket now found, I fill and set it to go
But there’s no response, no gurgle, no hum

The toaster won’t toast, the kettle won’t start
No coffee is brewing, it’s lifeless and cold
This is my undoing! Ah, the reason unfolds
The circuit is broken and so is my heart



(this is how my morning went today - luckily, I needed a poem for "hum")

Written for EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT