When to Say Grace

When the tops of trees receive

a little of the wind, and turn 

all of a sudden half athletic.

When cinders crisp themselves into 

one music alerting us to a metallic 

olive green colored car arriving.

When a rest stop occurs along 

a cactus highway and wildflowers

barely perfume the side of the road.

When the treble clef my mother drew

using her whole right arm appears 

on the page of the notebook just found.

When I taste two crisp-edged over-

easy eggs you made and toast all ghee-ed

plus freshly squeezed orange juice on Sunday.