Every morning I cook up a poem

for breakfast

for all you hungry souls

who get up late

but I got behind this morning

and so now I am playing catch-up

I know your stomachs are growling

having no morning poem to digest

but hopefully

this mid-morning snack of words

will tide you over

until you get some real food

in your system

a steady diet of poetry

will satisfy your soul

but at the same time

it leaves you empty

you cannot live only on words

and a poem provides no protein

it is not one of the basic food groups

poetry is non-essential

a feast for the eyes perhaps

but real food is required

before you have a taste

for art.