Poetry - #nothiding

I boiled an egg for breakfast,

easy

delicious

mashed on a piece of toast that was well dressed with butter

salt and pepper

and that was it.

I boiled an egg for breakfast,

an egg from a farm where the hens are free to do as they please.

this comforts me.

And anyway, chickens living their best lives are hilarious.

So much wisdom from the hen house -

don’t count them yet, they are not hatched

get up early, greet the sun, find that worm

don’t run like a headless one - lesson learned - om mani padme hung.

The egg breaks open and it’s perfectly, magnificently golden,

yolk pouring out like a benevolent lava.

A miracle of nourishment for body and soul.

The lava meets the toast,

the butter,

another miracle - butter,

and proof that despite all we do to cows,

god loves us.

Even without the salt and pepper it would be good,

but why without?

Salt farms, salting the earth and the bodies.

And black pepper (evil men, so rich)

I am a true addict as I care not,

I will not live without it.

I look in happiness at this simple breakfast, and eat with pleasure.

It’s just an egg on toast.

26/4/26