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A Quiet Place With God, Business, food, Food on Fridays, Gluten-free, God, Home, Homemaking, jam, lunches, Shopping, Special Diets, Sweet
Packing lunch in the motionless morning
Spreading seedy jam out to the edges
Bread always frozen and free of gluten
Cut by sharpest knife
Feet rooted to my kitchen spot
Sweet hush of fur waits for a walk
Snuggling with the neighborhood cats
Greeting Daisy as we sniff and stroll
Riding my heavy bike in the rain
The plump tires displace the puddles
Black water submits under the seam
Rubbery tire clenching to still muddy rain.
Trish Southard 
Rich with sensory details. I’m pulled in with that first line, “Packing lunch in the motionless morning.” The motionless morning. That’s so perfect. It is, of course, forced into motion, slowly, gradually, as the day takes off and the coffee kicks in, but that thoughtful spreading of the jam….
And then this:
watching the plump tires displace puddles
and black water below submit
under the seam in my smelly rubbery tire
Your morning, here, is in motion, as is your bike, and your poem. With you, we take off into the day. It’s lovely, Trish.