Tuesday, June 12, 2007

The Church of Breakfast

The bowl limps toward me
in an act of faith.
We stare silently at
grains of wood, but
our prayers are unanswered.
Soggy and rich with contempt,
we reconsider our conversion


Clare said...

This is cool. I love the image of the limping bowl and the line "soggy and rich with contempt,/ we reconsider our conversion."

gautami tripathy said...

I find this profound.