I understand the pleasure of cold brew, now.
The stainless steel bowl
of coffee grounds steeping in filtered cold water
calms my soul.
I brew a drink which sends distaste reeling
having placed my anger amid the grounds.
All harsh thoughts and bitter feelings
now steep for two days
washing all bitterness away.
I finally drink the gentled drink.
The wait has given me time to think.
I understand cold brew better, now.
annarino writes 