Preface to the Exploration of Life
~Sarah Swenson Up from the kitchen drift sounds of life, echoed in a memory
hungry summer mornings, padding in on small bare feet, push the tangled bed-knots from your eyes and smile. Grandma’s there with orange juice waiting. Climb up in a heavy wooden chair, lean your elbows on the table where you find the jar of sugar, waiting- it is yellow like the rising sun and the windowsills. Sugar crystals tumble, fumble, melting in the hot, cereal, and milk. Together it is grainy on you tongue, oh-so-sweet but full of lumps, like being a kid all summer long with chocolate malt-o-meal for breakfast. |