From the author: A poem for anyone who's missed breakfast. Originally published as C.L. Holland.
An early meeting is unappetising
like crumpets without butter.
I chew dry facts,
A flow diagram suggests
mushrooms and scrambled eggs
lead to baked beans and bacon,
perhaps a pot of tea and kedgeree.
Boiled eggs and soldiers
march in the graph's neat lines.
Or pancakes, stacked and dripping
maple syrup, and--
Interrupted, I blink back.
My pen is still, spills ink
which soaks into the paper
like coffee on a clean tablecloth.
I see Marmite on porcelain,
smudges and crumbs,
and I am contemplating croissants
This story originally appeared in Every Day Poets.