Gratitudes

I didn’t have to go outside to pee.
Instead I pushed a button and cold, pure, filtered water came to me.
Another button brought me coffee.
Cream from the icebox.
I took up a Japanese milled pen, an artifact of the previous century,
And thought of a friend
Who saw me clearly, and loved me anyway,
(who, yes, I may be gently falling in love with)
And so my watch begins.