For my morning coffee,
I reach up and pick blind
A pod from the assorted box
Atop the tall refrigerator.
Invariably, or so it seemed,
It wasn’t the hazelnut I craved,
But one of the other five –
French roast or Italian,
Colombian, vanilla, or caramel.
Then I remembered
The law of averages,
And stopped to fret.
From thence forth,
As my patience grew,
The others turned tastier.
Then, one fine day, the run began,
And it was hazelnut all the way.
Milton would have approved.
Abie Alexander
© August 4, 2023
Coffee Karma