Egg/expectation
The sun rose. I broke fast, refuelled. Again.
Our beast of fear is fed a feast.
We digest - absorb the more nutritious and waste the least.
An acquired taste - worst with the best.
A dish for sharing - privileged portions of anger and hope.
Boiled, baked or fried -
scrambled, over easy or hard, sunny side up or down.
Rub elbows, rise from the table, and begin another day.
Musical accompaniment: (link to hear)
a guiding light for exactly 2 years now.
from I Am The River, The River Is Me by Jen Cloher
from a border removed - Nov 7.