If I Had Words for Breakfast

First, I would dine on a bowl of sunshine To spark my day and give the energy I would surely need. Next, a dish of work would suffice To save me from idleness and drive me To do something a little worthwhile. Then, I’d have a serving of rest-- A time to meditate or reflect Before, or even after, a day of work. I would pick each letter of each word With my fingers, savor it, turn it In my mouth with my tongue, Feel how it melts or crumbles, Taste the subtle differences in flavor, And then down everything With a half-empty cup, oh no, A half-full cup, rather, of optimism. If I didn’t have these for breakfast, I wouldn’t be able to carry my feet To the door; I’d just stay at home, Do nothing while the world passes me by. I’d be sluggish and useless because Sunshine is energy, Work is a reason for living, Rest is contentment, And optimism is that wonderful feeling That somehow things will turn out right…. And bright. November 12, 2024 Baguio City