I Am Oatmeal

The oatmeal, beige and wholesome,
Clings to the pot’s edge, the spoon, to her.

Resting the spoon across the pot’s rim,
She hears its pop and hiss.

The smooth surface hints at calm. It hides the raging heat and steam below.

Until too late, it explodes,
Flinging that scalding wholesomeness
Upwards, outwards, everywhere.

Pressure released, the surface is calm, but waiting.

4 thoughts on “Oatmeal

  1. Lovely.

    Do you know I am a true oatmeal fan. This may damage my bacon cred, but I eat oatmeal almost every day. I like the McCann’s Irish Oatmeal, but honestly, any oatmeal is good. I put a few chopped walnuts in it and a dollop of Greek yogurt. Mmmmm.

  2. I like oatmeal. It has never exploded on me.

    Our chickens consider oats to be candy and chase me frantically if I toss a few oats in their yard.

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