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Brownies

 

Baking brownies
makes me feel
mostly
okay
mostly
at peace
with the amount
of turmoil in my life
which is probably
not much
more
or less
than yours—
whoever you are
reading this poem
on a Friday night—
and if you’re reading
this poem on a Friday night
you’d probably rather
be elsewhere
spending
time
with
the one
you love—
the one who
happens to be
at the place we’ve
identified as elsewhere
so you should make sure
you have a couple of eggs
and cocoa powder and sugar
because baking brownies
is a temporary bridge
back to that state
of being mostly
content and
mostly
okay.

 

 

 

DeMaris
6-9-17

 

“Dutch Girl Having Breakfast” by Jean-Etienne Liotard, 1756

Parable of Food

There is an abundance of food
and the children are hungry

which is a problem only because good food
must first be prepared properly

which means there will be a wait
because what is nourishing

is not available in a box that can be opened
and poured onto a plate

it must be sliced and seasoned
and simmered so that the flavors

careen into a satisfying meal that will
create a lasting craving for what is

better than the aftertaste of mediocrity
I want the children to wait

a little longer, the box within their reach
I want them to choose between

convenience and sustenance
I want them to know they will never be full

 

DeMaris Gaunt
2-12-11

This poem first appeared in the
May/June 2013 issue of The Humanist

Parable of Food

This poem first appeared in The Humanist in the May/June 2013 issue.

Parable of Food

There is an abundance of food

and the children are hungry

 

which is a problem only because good food

must first be prepared properly

 

which means there will be a wait

because what is nourishing

 

is not available in a box that can be opened

and poured onto a plate

 

it must be sliced and seasoned

and simmered so that the flavors

 

careen into a satisfying meal that will

create a lasting craving for what is

 

better than the aftertaste of mediocrity

I want the children to wait

 

a little longer, the box within their reach

I want them to choose between

 

convenience and sustenance

I want them to know they will never be full.

 

DeMaris Gaunt

2-12-11