Exposition

April 23

Exposition

Is there a difference between being discerning and being critical? Is it in the direction from whence I came or the destination to which I am driven? Does performance to an audience, even if it is the one in my head, create the line of demarcation or is it all one big bowl of goo? Does putting too fine a point of everything pierce my serenity and prick my skin? Is it the grating unplanned nature of life that bothers me into commentary or is it my in born desire to dissection that pushes me? And where is there room for kindness; is it in my dissertation or could it be in my critique?

Bury ideas about nuts

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THE MEAL

Home cooking is the key

I want to order in,

Have my life delivered to the door

The takeout menus entice me

From three courses on china

To burgers handed through sliding windows.

It all sounds good and I request all for take home

But this is not the way

I must light the flame and chop the veggies

I can’t have a life prepared by others

I can share recipes and suggestions

This is help not displacement

I can stand and cook with others

And together make a feast

I can not sit and wait to be served.

I stand at the range while the sauce simmers

And it comes clear

I am my own meal.