A: Think of Breakfast

Think of breakfast
as a setting sail.

The sweeping bays
are bites in toast.

The pepper-mill,
a light-house.

A lost baked bean:
an orange buoy

on an ocean
like a table cloth

with its draped horizons,
its grains of scud.

And for direction,
should you need it,

a licked finger
held up like an answer.