Five oatmeal bowls in the sink;
Mushy grains floating.
Instead I eat Ezekiel bread;
Spouted grains toasted.
It’s true I’ve always been
So wildly different.

— part of the 2013 Mindful Writing Challenge on “Writing Our Way Home”

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