Companionably side by side in front of the stove,
Oil and corn then butter too cuz why not,
Lid ajar, heads close together,
Waiting and watching,
Taking turns to swirl.
Spying changes
Through a hazy glass,
Trying to guess the next.
Stare at a kernel,
Hoping to catch the exact magical moment —
Burst, pop, surge,
seed to fluff,
Tiny to giant —
But we blink in surprise every time.