before a meal

I often wolf down my food,
my head racing,
filled with a million thoughts
- everything except
the food I’m eating.

A little ritual helps me switch modes.
Because sometimes
I just want to have a meal
- whatever that means.

Maybe I take two seconds
to see what’s on my plate.
It’s gonna feed me, after all,
and give me the energy
to do whatever I’m doing.

Taking a slow bite
can be fun:
feel it, taste it
- that’s it.

I could even
think about where this food came from…
but that can lead to big thoughts,
indeed.

I might even not take
my shit so seriously
after that,
for a minute.