An Ode to My Rice Cooker

By Courtney

Rice Cooker


When All Else Fails

Your mere presence requires an explanation to skeptics
But I will defend you to the death
Or at least to dinner
A reliable anchor in otherwise turbulent times
In the evening
When often, everything falls apart so quickly
So little time and no margin for error
Or so it seems
But then you save me
With steam and silence
Like magic – but science
A transformation
Perfect every time
When all else fails, there is rice.