“Lunch” – Day 13 of National Poetry Month

I raised my hand
And on the fork the chicken
Smelled like fancy mustard
And the sky outside the window was pleasant
And the existence of God was in dispute
And a war continued
And the restaurant played decent music
And I enjoyed my food
So repeated the process
Simultaneously mundane and absurd, I think
So I repeated it again and again until my meal was finished
And it was a good lunch

April 13th, 2019