Orion

2/26/2013

An Ode to Toast

Toast is good.

 It is the food to break my fast.

It is what I have waited for,

Sleeping without wake for hours.

I hold what is not toast but bread in my hand

And see the whole grains, the type I like to eat.

Then it drops into the toaster to brown to perfection.

And I wait; wait for what seems like hours.

And then I smell what is crispy,

Then from the blade of the knife the butter spreads

And I eat and sit down to enjoy my life which is toast.