Golden sunshine dripping lemon curd.
Whip butter, egg and acid juice into dutiful place
See – watch my hand capable of this domestic miracle.
I deserve sweetness spread on bread.
Clever hands bonding the disparate.
Don’t think I can’t see you there
lined up and ghostly – applauding
my small miracle.
Gravely we nod womanly heads
I set my lever – flex my whisking muscles to move the world.
