A Pause
I stare at the hand that is holding
the measuring cup upside down
above the bowl—
Have I put in four cups
or only three?
I weigh the bowl
with my hands,
but the cone-shaped mountain
of bran-specked flour
sits inscrutable.
I remember
thinking about my dream
last night
about what I’ve written
in the letter I will mail
after work.
But I find no tally
of how many times
I’ve dipped the metal cup
into the sack
smoothed the surface
with a knife
and shaken the flour
into the bowl
where it lands with a soft,
ringing thud.
ahhhhhhh
ReplyDeletea thud DOES ring
This made me smile :)
ReplyDeleteI made pancakes from my mom's recipe two days ago, and did half a recipe. The recipe calls for 2 cups flour, so I walk over to the measuring cups thinking "one cup one cup one cup," but by the time I get to the cupboard I'm confused as to whether I'm repeating "one cup" because I already halved the recipe, or if I'm repeating "one cup" because that's what the recipe says and I should therefore put in 1/2 cup.
In any case, they tasted NOTHING like my mom's pancakes.
Filling the bird feeder. Fill the plastic container, dump it in the bird feeder. Whatever's left over, throw it on the ground.
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