fried egg on a friday
it’s a simple thing
break the shell
don’t be afraid
it won’t break all the way
disintegrate
make a mess
it’ll open
and won’t be rotten
(most days)
poetry too and zen
may be like this
like buddha said
of playing strings
not too taut
not too lax
too little impact
to break the shell
but not too much
don’t undercook
don’t burn it
pay it mind
learn its how
in the end
it’s just an egg
good for a bite or two
are these words
good for a sight
a light read
a moment or two?
the theme is just a suggestion
write a poem if you’re game
play a string that moves you
and maybe others
oh emptiness in the mind and stomach
here’s an egg, a poem
can you join in cooking, eating, reading, writing
welcome to this friday fried egg feast