A Loop About A Loop

A Question Interrupts

Griddle heats. Teapot warms. Hands at the cutting board move faster than thought.
Refrigerator. Eggs. Milk.
Two steps left for vanilla.
Back to the counter. Eggs crack. Wet into dry. Whisk moving.
Nose catches the bacon. Knows doneness without looking.
Teapot restless.

Eggs ready. Bacon crisp. Oranges sliced. Pancakes gold.
Four plates on the table.

Ready. There.

Wait. I can’t find the one who made it.

A question interrupts.

Was I here?

For a second my feet have nowhere to stand.

I pour hot water into a mug. Almost spill.

If I wasn’t there, what holds this together?

I count four napkins.
One. Two. Three…

Where was I?

Four.

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