DAMN TOAST
      

It was one of those hurried mornings
everyone going going going all at once

the family had wings on our feet
the Greek god Apollo present in spirit.

          Some of us still had sleep in our eyes
          having made a reluctant exit from the space of dreams

           going thru the kitchen doorway
          leaving the crystal dream’s surrealism and vivid colors of flying over trees.

The breakfast toaster duty was tasked to me
two slot toaster set to just the right shade of brown
remembering as waking increased who likes butter,
or coconut butter spread to taste.

The fracas of getting ready to go
the readying of meeting the world soon
suddenly remembering to brush my teeth
going to the hummingbird of a toothbrush dancing with pearly whites.

There were three plates of two slices each awaiting
eager mouths hungry for refined wheat in a yeasty warm form
the perfect plates all gone upon my return,
lonely crumbs lying there, scattered dry boulders on a sandy beach.

        Mine was one of them, gone, eaten by a morning marauder.
        A trespass!
       A theft!!
        Stolen!!!     …perfect brown slices exquisitely buttered, gone.

Accusing anyone in sight of this dastardly act
through an instant red haze on the anger of a flying arrowhead
a hurled spear, really, anger unreasoned,
untempered with a wakeful nature.

All about scattered like wild geese on the riverbank
at the approach of the crocodile from the murky green waters
deep inside, appeased at the fleeing, somehow pleased at the pursuit
in my view all were guilty until proven otherwise.

Until one of them turned and faced me, square
shattering the stone of my grey projectile
“Those were given to her, just make some more!”        stopped cold,
standing there with orange steam from my burning ears under sharp horns.

         It was hours later when I realized what i (the small I) had done
         those stolen perfect brown slices were not the reason for my anger
         the morning’s rude shift from the delightful reality of dreams
         to black and white steps into the glaring harshness outside, too much.