Breakfast of Champions
from Journal notes
Start with Mary’s yellow bundt cake
with rum flavored icing
pour your coffee into a big mug and
take them with your journal out to
the table under the grapevine arbor to write,
“What color are the eyes of god?”
Look around, the fushia pink of the geraniums,
the butterfly’s blinking shadow,
the eye of the fish you caught, or the
angry red of the fire burning your life?
Breakfast of champions.
Taste sweet rum cake.
Write the question,
“How big is god’s hand?”
The leaf of the grapevine?
The tower of that 90 foot blue spruce tree,
maybe your grandson’s face.
Feel the breeze.
Enjoy the crumbs and ask yourself,
“Does god run?” — scamper like the
squirrel you shot b-bs at? Lope like the horse.
Maybe god’s lazy, doesn’t like to run,
perhaps crawls like a beetle.
Now the cup is empty.
A black ant “sniffs” a crumb.
This questioning could go on,
“What’s the sound of god’s voice?” —
Go on until it’s time to suit up and
hit the bricks to work.
But first I have to ask you,
do you like rum-icing cake?
Eat! — what color are your eyes?