A poem to remind myself of what I know. Being a comfort eater, in a difficult time, every reminder is worth a try.

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Breakfast

Let every meal be a poem, with abundance of adjectives –

A wine tasting, a fine testing, with grand exaggeration,

Stretching descriptions to their outer reaches,

A universe in miniature.

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Savouring, searching for the right word

In any language you know, in combinations and solos

The oil-brightened colours, the sprinkles of pepper,

The lift of green lemon,

Mildness of avo,

Chew of halloumi,

Fibrous, slippery greenness of spinach,

Golden morning-ness of a lightly poached egg.

Sweet, sweet pop of a cherry tomato.

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Johannesburg

January 2023