Hot water

Wed, 02/13/2019 - 17:19 -- JaxPrat

An observation of life:

I look upon the water…
Steam vaporizing upon its surface…
Roiling with the air in the dance of differentials.
Water…
Fundamental to human existence.
Nourishment, sustenance, essential to all known life.
Boiling in the pot before me.
Mesmerizing in simplicity and elegance.
Predictably chaotic in this form and energy.
How inviting…
To be the first of so many to follow.
Immersed in this splendor as it cools…
To the touch…
Without injury to the self.
Warm, encapsulating, awash with goodness for the body…
… and soul.
Imagining the earliest times when a rarity this was.
Discovered in the raw, wild, naturally occurring instances so few and so far between.
No dishes, no containers, no tubs to soak away time in.
Hot water, a fantasy of dreaming… of the weary.
We have come so far from those times, and yet we have not.
The entropy of the universe in a cup of hot water…
A miracle of our experience.
A natural salve of purity and cleanliness.
Without this our world, our bodies, our souls would be forever soiled, and broken, and unrelentingly discomforted.
Star dust, chemistry, and time…
It is always the same recipe, how sublime!

This poem is about: 
Our world

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