My Japanese Siphon Brewing Machine.

I want my Japanese siphon coffee maker.
Even though I don’t need it.
I have several others.
Each one works just fine.
They make coffee.

But I want that one—
not because it’s fancy,
or beautiful,
or unintelligibly smooth with all its bubbling sounds
and the spectacle of brewing
that is
a Japanese vacuum coffee brewer.

I want it because
I would have to teach myself how to make coffee again.
Because I would need to pause.
To contemplate.
To learn.

Because I would do it differently, this time.
I want it even knowing
that eventually I would get bored of it
and start making coffee some other way again.

Or maybe I would just display it at gatherings:
friends admiring it,
saying things like:
“Oh wow, look at your Japanese coffee thing!”
They wouldn’t understand
how important this one is.

I want it—
even though I fear it would become
just one more
in the endless series of coffee makers I already own.

I want it,
even if it’s pointless.
It would only make coffee
because I set it up.

But I think it’s worth a try.
To bring this vacuum contraption into my life.

Because if it works—
maybe I would never need another coffee maker again.

And I’m not talking about
a Japanese siphon brewing machine.