Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole

The fridge shuts 
Closed.
Plain Greek 
yogurt
tub
sit on granite
I peel the lid off
Rubber flipper
Big dipper 
scoops 
as sunlight streams 
to sit
in my bowl

heated floors 
a dollop of fermented
milk
stays to
warm honey

room temperature 

I pick up the spoon
Dipped 
Slid cold metal 
Into my mouth  
Yum.m.m. 
Taste buds awake

There you are.