Transcendental Sonnet #1351:
Waiting for My Rice to Cook

Waiting for my rice to cook
Trying to recover from
Flying blind and being dumb
Hoping that my latest book
Will in spite of everything
All my eccentricity
Prove a worthy offering
Since it is the heart of me
And all that I have left of
What I once mistook for love

In any case I am free
Never mind the backward look
Alone with this cup of tea
Waiting for my rice to cook

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMV