BREAKFAST

Puffs of cloud in my cereal bowl,

lush, soft and white,

capture my imagination

and send it pivoting into the unknown.

My fruitloops pop their tinted lips at me

and sing along

"we're following the leader, the leader, the leader..."

as they edge along their ceramic fort.

My coffee sits in silence,

though steam rises from the activity below.

Factory workers lie beneath

pumping their tiny feet on their steam-pedals

and grinding the coffee beans with their fists.

I distractedly stir around my cereal

and suddenly they're a circus.

Tigers jump through soggy hoops

and take a dip in the silver pool that is my spoon.

My coffee becomes an audience;

as I pour, it brims over the edge

and excitedly spills onto the table.

An angry mob rushing towards the magical view.

Simply milk in my cereal bowl;

but it's a world of my own.