I Ate the Cosmos for Breakfast

It looked like a pancake, but it was creation flattened out—

I Ate the Cosmos for Breakfast

—After Thich Nhat Han
 
It looked like a pancake,
but it was creation flattened out—
the fist of God on a head of wheat,
milk, the unborn child of an unsuspecting
chicken — all beaten to batter and drizzled into a pan.
I brewed my tea and closed my eyes
while I ate the sun, the air, the rain,
photosynthesis on a plate.
I ate the time it took that chicken
to bear and lay her egg
and the energy it takes a cow to lactate a cup of milk.
I thought of the farmers, the truck drivers,
the grocers, the people who made the bag that stored the wheat,
and my labor over the stove seemed short,
and the pancake tasted good,
and I was thankful.
 
 
Melissa Studdard 
 

 


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Poem ©2010 Melissa Studdard, all rights reserved. Used by permission of the author and publisher Dash Literary Journal. Film ©2015 Motionpoems, Inc., all rights reserved.

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