IN MY ELEMENT

Late summer’s day,
so light and warm–
a farmers’ market. . .

buy from old friends. . .
find much bright food–
a most productive junket. . .

And then,
I go straight home
and cook it–
feeling easy. . .
in my element,

hoping to use it,
its essence to construe,
so it appeals and satisfies,
and makes and keeps me
strong and well,
and fairly in control,
and smaller than
a little elephant,

With all these sights in mind
I think I see success,
which may not mean a lot to you–

but to me
as cause for pause celebratory
it’s ultimately relevant.

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