Life Recipe

Jenna Fogelsonger
April 16th, 2014

As the yolk-filled shell was lightly cracked upon
the glass brim,
the crack was as if a cry.
The yolks life began.

The hasty yellow circle slipped and slid in the bowl,
in awe of the surroundings.
The yolk had eyed a tinted yellow rectangle
filled with carbs,
which was slapped into the bowl.
A spinning metal hand was set into the bowl.
The yolk and butter were combined together.
There wasn't two objects in the bowl anymore,
only one.

This change,
was as if a baby changing into a toddler.
This change was new to the yolk.

All of a sudden,
sweet snowflakes,
white thick powder,
and chunks of chocolate kisses,
rained down within the mixture.

What was happening?

A change again?

Again.

The metal hand reappeared as it revolved and mixed
every new ingredient together.

Chocolate kisses, sugar, and flour
had made the mixture
have different
characteristics
and emotions,
almost like a change between age,
growing up,
to something different.

The yolk had been just a petite young
child,
who flourished with characteristics.
From a single yolk to dough.

Uniquely,
shaped with devoted hands,
set into a oven to transform into
their own individual persona.

It only takes a brief moment to transform
into something new.

Change is easy.
Change is easy.


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