Oh, magic bean, far from your tropical home,
Child of the glossy-leafed tree that sits at the knees of giants,
Sheltered in the mist of the tropical canopy.
In my kitchen cupboard you wait, vacuum sealed,
Teasing and calling me through my slumber.
Oh patient bean, how skilled hands cradled your cherry-red youth,
Through your many iterations and metamorphoses from plant to store,
Lovingly bathed and set out to dry, soaking in the rays of the equatorial sun,
Before entering the sauna, where you danced a blistering tango, never stopping,
As you entered the sunset of your life.
Oh mighty bean, your small size belies your humble strength and power
To lift even the heaviest lid and awaken the most somnolent spirit,
Mighty warrior, you gird yourself in fluid zeal, giving chase to lethargy and torpor,
Fighting fatigue with the sharpness of your liquid sword.
Slashing through the dream curtain and illuminating the mind.
Oh, small brown bean, how your aroma beckons!
With great fanfare, the grinder accepts your willing sacrifice.
Purified in a scorching deluge, you are transformed,
Your mellow, nutty spirit released at last to ride the currents of air,
Causing even those who eschew you to take note.
Oh bean transformed, welcome to my cup!
My eager hands embrace your profound warmth.
Your spicy bouquet tantalizes the burgeoning senses,
As your heady warmth and mellowness revive the psyche.
With smile and grateful spirit I accept your promise for a fruitful day.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Forward Drive.” What is the one thing that drives you to wake up in the morning and do whatever it is you do? Is it writing, family, friends, or something else entirely?