Breakfast on the Morning Lanai
In the first mouthful, a field of yellow suns–
a tree inside an almond, a kingdom inside a seed.
The first taste greets me from the cinnamon trees of Sri Lanka,
and the blonde grain fields of Canada.
Banana, from its wild corner of my own backyard,
with coconut, and the prehistoric mango,
all three, renewing over and over, heavy, eternal sweetness.
And more seeds of chia, sesame, pumpkin,
each with a tiny blueprint for life.
Textures, tastes and nutrients from all directions, histories,
and sciences. Not one exists for my sake!
Each grows and flowers and fruits for its own bright glory.
With each spoonful, I welcome emissaries
from the growing greening blessed Earth
into my mouth. Morning communion.
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This poem is from the chapbook Blurry Things by Nancee Annette Pace Cline (Finishing Line Press), and can be found at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/blurry-things-by-nancee-annette-pace-cline/
Nancee Cline is a lifetime lover of the written word. She holds a master’s degree in Interdisciplinary Humanities, with a specialty in literature. She has tutored and taught most of her life, both in California and Hawaii. Today Cline lives with her husband in Kona, on the Big Island. When not reading or writing, she dances hula, bakes peasant bread, and gardens her half acre of wild green.
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