You Call Yourself a Poem : Breakfast

 You Call Yourself a Poem

Wanting a room of one's own, 

And having it, yet

Still wanting company

At moments.

I sit and stare at the screen 

Fingers writing words at will.

Will it be called a poem? 

Still?

I think of having food this morning 

With pills to take 

And wonder what will keep me company.

Yogurt, hummus on toast, a sweet orange

Or another tv drama spoken in

Japanese, Korean, occasionally Chinese.

While I sip on English tea.

They can all make you laugh, or break your heart.

Breakfast. 

                                        - Gerry Young