Each morning the world comes to me in my favorite flavors…

Each morning the world comes to me in my favorite flavors…
I have a place on my palate for them all…
Some, I’m sure come from the other side of this planet…
Rippling across the waters.

Raggedly delicious…
Oh, the calm each taste brings…
The world clear and spacious…
The sky in full bloom.

The sassafras tastes like root beer…
The grub like escargot…
I’m perfectly content with how I fit in this circle…
Free from the heaving waves.

I know you may not feel the same (I know for sure that you don’t like grubs!)
Your world may be tilted with everything sliding into the sea…
That world will not stand for long unless you let it…
Grab a plate, get in line and watch it crumble away.

Life can be like a Michelin…
You choose the number of courses and stars…
You are the menu that everyone has been waiting for…
The only one ever printed.

I love you,

Annie