Waiting in line for coffee
And it hits me like a puff of steam-
I’m so happy to have you in my life,
And also mindful of the way you steam.
This kind of power could drive a train
Away from this story I tell myself,
Or make a delicious treat we can feed
To each other in our underwear,
Or relieve the symptoms of my chest cold-
A chest clogged with so many unsaid words.
I can’t see how this settles into my new self,
But today, like steam,
it feels dangerous and soothing
At the same time.