I’m getting better at cooking.
Sometimes I drop the egg before it gets to the bowl,
Or crank the heat up before the pan is ready.
Whisking furiously when the recipe calls for
But sometimes, the ingredients before me
sing in perfect harmony
I notice the tiny flecks of flour,
watching in surprise as the cake rises
to the occasion.
Time slows, I turn down the oven
I throw a smile into the bowl
taking the glance of wonder and
adding that into the mix.
It seems to me that I have all the tools,
the recipe and the produce
to keep on creating
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