Feeding the soul

I fed my soul today

My unlikely heroes of the late morning

Freshly purchased published pages

Accompanied by my cortado

and stale cardamom bun

Nourishing my mind

In the ways that matter most

I’ll revive my love of culinaire

With my own ether

That has eluded me until now

The responsibility is mine

To go up and away

And exist amongst my dreams and goals

Where I belong

When I’m ready

And no sooner