Ode to Poached Eggs

I crack your protective shell against the low side of my green plate And watch you slide your way into the bubbling, bouncing, frothing Vinegar and salt infused water For three minutes you heat yourself from the cool temperature of my refrigerator Dowsing yourself in the warm bath of my frying pan. A dash of…

Ode to Hands

To left and right, to ┬áthe shared balance of power between you, to the openness as you extend your palms in a welcoming greeting, I bow. To these ten fingers, to left and right, to the clapping and meeting as you salute others in peace, recognizing the presence of each divine soul, Namaste. To hands…