It’s all in the wrists
all in the waking
the morning break, of eggshells
on a frying pan lip
golden yolk perfectly round
at the centre of everything.
We are not caught
by the tug of bedsheets
no fishing shards
from burnt out hours.
When We Wake Up On The Right Side Of The Bed – Poem By Carol J Forrester #DVersePoets
Carol J Forrester 
Breakfast is one of my favorite meals, and you’ve captured that joy here.
Morning is breaking those eggshells… just hope for one perfectly cooked.
Carol, you’ve made me hungry! 😀
❤
David