I hid the bag, knowing it was there
second shelf of the pantry behind
the box of stale crackers no one wants.
But still I left it there, waiting, waiting
for a time when need was greater
I knew this day would be blazing
with stress so I rescued the bag
yesterday and put it on my desk.
So far today, which has morphed
into tomorrow, I haven’t opened
But time is not playing fair, stress
is building like a skyscraper, so
I deserve one. And besides,
the foil wrapper has inspirations
printed on them that I could write
a poem from. I peel the foil slow
so as not to tear it, pop the square
into my mouth, savor that first
I flatten the foil and read
Joy is contagious.
Ok, I agree but I am not inspired by it.
I countermine the thought of another, yet
find it open in my hand, dark chocolate
square a nub of deliciousness and read
Find holiday magic in all things.
I sense a theme here, check the bag,
good until December, still 6 months
away, no festive pictures on the bag;
not stale, they are as decadent as
Without warning, another
Bring in the holiday together
and here I have to gather willpower, seal
the bag and wonder what holiday together
Not as inspirational as I’d hoped, but
an intoxicating, delectable, wanton way
to de-stress. Ok, maybe just one more
if I can unwrap the layers of packing tape
I wound around it, unstick the super glue,
and remove staples without stabbing myself.
On second thought, the bag is already sealed
and it will stay fresh until December.
Yeah, let’s see how long that will last.
~ J R Turek
June 27, 2021 Hour 24