I love making lists. Sometimes, most of the time, I do nothing with them. But this time, my list has become my poetry project for National Poetry Month. It’s perfect because there is one for every day of April, they are all simple things, and they make me happy.
day 2: steel-cut oatmeal with raisins
The no nonsense-ness of oatmeal
doubles down when it’s steel cut,
the coarse-ness is a luxury
of time and forethought.
A breakfast born of boiled
pieces takes patience
waiting for the inner kernel
to soak though and blossom to softness.
The whiteness in warm milk
accented by speckled sweetness
of black and golden raisins.
Sunday treat.
To Read To Write To Be 