As Things Crumble


A tiny bit of crumble

has made its escape

from the mother muffin

it looks like a comet

passing the Sun

where is it going

and will it get there

before a moistened fingertip

catches it

and devours the delicious morsel

as a sweet little appetiser

before the main meal


“I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.”
― Neil Gaiman