Ready

and waiting.  To be picked.  To be enjoyed.  To celebrate the unexpected.  Petitle zucchini.  Slice paperthin and add to pizza with roasted eggplant, Parmesan, tomatoes, fresh herbs, black pepper.  And any other yummy morsels as in cooked sweet potato.  Yes.  And what about those squash blossoms.  Saute in a bit of olive oil, cherry tomatoes, sliced persimmons & cashews.  Enjoy and then get down to the business of writing.  Paper aplenty is ready.  Is waiting.  

To question is not to doubt a poem, right?

A poem never doubts itself, saves that for the poet.
Thus, a seesaw: poet & cook/poem & ingredients.



Put aside cultural difference/skeptical mouth. Pizza is without a doubt, unquestionable.