Buzz: Existential Saucepans

Another day
Another stew
A different flavour
A lighter shade of blue

Free to be
And not free,
In this moment
And flowing

Knowing
And not knowing,
Taking sides
But not sure

All of this makes
Assembling ingredients
And adding them,
Slicing vegetables
And seasoning the pot
Seem so pleasing.

It’s such a relief to
Just cook and eat,
Wash the dishes,
And brush my teeth,
After trying to understand
What’s beneath everything.

Between the lines
Is difficult to fathom,
But I can’t seem
To stop trying.

I tie myself in existential knots,
And recover from
The resulting madness by
Washing some more pots.