Communion with a Bagel
Quarter to five,
Inky black sky.
Fifteen after...
(Where are those slippers?)
Stretch.
Yawn.
Yes, little things do matter!
Lamplight. Shadows.
Oven's on. A toasty glow.
Poppy seed bagel. Cream cheese and lox.
Simple stuff. Doesn't have to be a lot.
Beatles on the radio. Frosting on the window.
Feet up. Chair creaks. Soft sigh as I settle back onto the pillow.
Poppy seed bagel. Cream cheese and lox.
Pink and white, brown and crisp.
Suspended.
(For a second, at least.)
Then....
.....big crunch.
(Oh, does this little bagel ever pack a heavenly punch!)
A hollow in time. A little trench in life.
Slow food, slow thoughts. Savorin' every bite.
Quarter to six. Bagel's gone.
All said and done,
life lived. Right in the moment.
Refreshed. Ready to face the day.
No matter what happens, it started my way.
Nothing to beat that.
Inky black sky.
Fifteen after...
(Where are those slippers?)
Stretch.
Yawn.
Yes, little things do matter!
Lamplight. Shadows.
Oven's on. A toasty glow.
Poppy seed bagel. Cream cheese and lox.
Simple stuff. Doesn't have to be a lot.
Beatles on the radio. Frosting on the window.
Feet up. Chair creaks. Soft sigh as I settle back onto the pillow.
Poppy seed bagel. Cream cheese and lox.
Pink and white, brown and crisp.
Suspended.
(For a second, at least.)
Then....
.....big crunch.
(Oh, does this little bagel ever pack a heavenly punch!)
A hollow in time. A little trench in life.
Slow food, slow thoughts. Savorin' every bite.
Quarter to six. Bagel's gone.
All said and done,
life lived. Right in the moment.
Refreshed. Ready to face the day.
No matter what happens, it started my way.
Nothing to beat that.
