One of my so-called chapbooks is called "Setting The Table."
And they're all poems that have something to do with food.
And although the chapbook isn't included in here,
I do have a couple of the poems included.
And I'm going to read two of them.
This one is called "Egg."
You have to try to picture this egg.
In this kingdom, the sun never sets.
Under the pale oval of the sky, there seems no way in or out.
And though there is a sea here, there is no tide.
For the egg itself is a moon glowing faintly
in the galaxy of the barn, safe.
But for the spoons, ominous thunder,
the first delicate crack of lightning.