White, round, deep
with spoon.
Poured milk
flakes from fields
cane sugar
blueberries.
One mouthful at a time
breathe in – out.
Once more.
The day has begun
with rain.

The bowl never empties.
The day pours in
filling it to the rim
over again and over
until it spills
with light and dark
splashes on the countertop.
The abundance
cannot be stopped
or spent.
I need another bowl.

Portland, Oregon – March 6, 2016