I Ate The Cosmos For Breakfast

 

I ATE THE COSMOS FOR BREAKFAST

—After Thich Nhat Han

 

It looked like a pancake,

but it was creation flattened out—

the fist of God on a head of wheat,

milk, the unborn child of an unsuspecting

chicken — all beaten to batter and drizzled into a pan.

I brewed my tea and closed my eyes

while I ate the sun, the air, the rain,

photosynthesis on a plate.

I ate the time it took that chicken

to bear and lay her egg

and the energy it takes a cow to lactate a cup of milk.

I thought of the farmers, the truck drivers,

the grocers, the people who made the bag that stored the wheat,

and my labor over the stove seemed short,

and the pancake tasted good,

and I was thankful.

 

Melissa Studdard, from her extraordinary new collection I Ate the Cosmos for Breakfast

About Laura Grace Weldon

Laura Grace Weldon is the author of four books and served as 2019 Ohio Poet of the Year. She's the editor of Braided Way: Faces & Voices of Spiritual Practice. She works as a book editor, teaches writing workshops, and maxes out her library card each week.
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1 Response to I Ate The Cosmos For Breakfast

  1. Margaret says:

    Laura, you always find the most amazing things to share with us. This poem is fabulous, making us ever mindful of the amazingness of life and its interconnectiveness, in something as seemingly mundane as the humble pancake. Mille grazie, cara mia.

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