Journey: Reflections While Stirring Oats

It’s not time to worry yet.  (Harper Lee)

 

Lovely thought — not yet.

Home now, safe from

the rigors of super-highway.

Husband on the mend.

Step-daughter on the warpath.

Me on my Journey,

like we all are.

Green going up the mountain,

steel-cut oats on the burner,

tapioca cooling, covered

by plastic wrap, makes it creamy.

Too much raw milk.

Gotta be transformed.

Swiss cows on newly

green and gold grass

produce heady stuff.

Food of the gods.

Will it appease

them

this day?