Is it pathetic that I weep
To have found a God who listened?
If this wasn’t proof then what was,
A brand new Hawkins pressure cooker gasket.
Although perhaps it was a goddess who would understand
The horror of looking at steam escaping impotently from the sides of the cooker.
It has to be divine intervention,
For I have never demonstrated this much forethought before.
I opened the cupboard with no real hope and found that humble packet with the slim rubber circle of fortitude
Whose value is immeasurable today
On day 4 of lockdown.
This sort of stuff NEVER happens to me.
Never won a lottery or a lucky draw.
Not even Jaldi 5 at Housie.
There’s an angel in my kitchen, folks, the only plausible explanation.
Do you understand why the whistling seems
Sweeter than anything Mozart-Beethoven-Chopin could have composed?