The Day Baklava Bent the Fork

The Day Baklava Bent the Fork By: Moji Agha April 15, 2010 On this taxing day on Earth, I finally saw with my own physical eyes, in one hilariously sweet moment, the sticky triumph of baklava over the fork. The formerly cocky fork, his erect ego bent, finally learned what it means to be hard, or not. The triumphant baklava, however, wondered if age on a lonely shelf hardens even the sweetest of the sweet. I wonder: Whether she also wondered, what it means to be tough on this warming taxing day, on this dying blue goblet: my Mother Earth? Is my mother's sweet heavily taxed heart finally hardening? Has she taken the fork in the road that ends in hard, rather than sweet? Or alas, was it that the soft-hearted fork had no choice but to cry bent tears mourning the death of softness of sweet hearts? I hear the wind of "what is" cry: For whose out-of-balance baklavas and forks do the bells toll, especially today?