Mary has chosen the good portion, which shall not be taken away from her.
Is it waking to this calm morning
after a night of dry winds?
Is it scrambled eggs, the ones with cheese,
or the hot glaze of a cinnamon roll?
Is it the way you laugh over breakfast,
that generous gift, your laughter?
Is it rinsing the plates and pans in the sink?
Or leaving them in a cockeyed stack,
these things of use, these things of beauty
that will not be taken away?