Casey Coukos

From tap to kettle water streams
A cart careens down snowy tracks
Two scoops of grounds, a dash of cinnamon
Grinds to a halt at a little shack
Tiny white cubs and a polar bear emerge
She sniffs the cart while on all fours
Flood in clockwise circles, wait as it trickles
Drip drip drip, another pour
On tip toes I back the cart uphill
Splash into a mug and take a sip
Then I set sail, eyes wide with thrill
Til I return to where I began my trip