NUKED NOURISHMENT

 

I sink my breakfast dishes

and nuke my Sunday lunch.

I'm trying to find depth in

my poem's, to bring them

alive and break free of my

syndrome.  I've watched T.V.

browsed social networks

and read books waiting for

inspiration to jump of the page.

 

But as Wallace Stevens said

' the theory of poetry is the

theory of life'.  Tucking in-

to my nuked lunch knowing

that life is in the ordinariness,

and the magic of space

and time isn’t in a spectacular

landscape sweeping down

to a stunning sea.  Time is

in this nuked nourishment

and space is inside me.