breakfast percussion

breakfast percussion

the early morning sounds
of a spoon grabbing bites
of cereal in rhythm,
like a daily habit
on time
in place
where the taste and nourishment
aren’t all there, is here.
an experience is here.
a cadence of talking
while eating breakfast
before others wake,
before the sun shows her face,
is here.
habit, yes.
ritual, yes.
but an addictive freedom
to taste, to see, to hear, to believe
my beliefs aren’t false
assumptions or preferences,
but truth.
a truth
verified, more real to me
while playing habitual percussion
on time
in place
with spoon
for the early morning sounds.

Chris Maxwell – embracing now: pain, joy, healing, living