Toast Poast Number: Wakey, Wakey, Eggs and Bakey

Love Poem With Toast

Some of what we do, we do

to make things happen,

the alarm to wake us up, the coffee to perc,

the car to start.

The rest of what we do, we do

trying to keep something from doing something,

the skin from aging, the hoe from rusting,

the truth from getting out.

With yes and no like the poles of a battery

powering our passage through the days,

we move, as we call it, forward,

wanting to be wanted,

wanting not to lose the rain forest,

wanting the water to boil,

wanting not to have cancer,

wanting to be home by dark,

wanting not to run out of gas,

as each of us wants the other

watching at the end,

as both want not to leave the other alone,

as wanting to love beyond this meat and bone,

we gaze across breakfast and pretend.

—Miller Williams

Thanks a million pieces of toast to Sorry-Birds Ellen for sending this wonderful poem to our Lunch Counter. Miller Williams is a treasure. Perhaps he’ll stop in for a sandwich someday.

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2 responses to “Toast Poast Number: Wakey, Wakey, Eggs and Bakey

  1. I don’t know if it’s kosher to comment on “my own” post but I really can’t get enough of that poem. I’m so happy I stumbled across it and so happy I had someone as perfect as you to share it with 🙂

  2. It is recommended to comment as much as possible, as often as possible! The poem is so beautiful. A lot of people on Facebook commented about it and thanked me for posting it. Really, really beautiful. Where did you find it?

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