What good does it do me,
To stand and stir the pot,
Before the candy has melted?
The water in the boiler,
hasn’t even gotten warm.
So why do I insist on applying my spatula,
To the chunks of hard chocolate,
Moving them around fecklessly,
And hearing the dull ting of the pieces on the metal?
Evidently I’m impatient.

I stand here saying,
“Let me do something!”
But the chocolate answers.
“Just wait.”
I could turn up the heat,
But then I’d risk ruining the batch.
I stand back and cross my arms,
Pouring all my determination,
Into waiting.

I never realized how hard it’s become,
To do absolutely nothing.
I’ve become a person so keen on progress that,
Even when the means are out of my hands,
I still want to act,
I still want to move my hands.
Things I considered necessary,
I now consider a waste of my time,
As I strive for bigger, better things.

Now here I stand,
My day stalled out,
by chocolate.