The chilly camp-like home where I was staying,
had no running water, in winter all shut down,
but had—amplitudinous electric.
I must have been thinking extra sharp that morning,
when to electric stovetop I came; soon had boiling
Cumberland Farm’s bottled water
in a copper *** with four brown eggs.
With careful timing at last I took the four eggs out
and with the heated water applying
Barbasol and razor, so I shaved.
Please take care to not spill a single drop
of soapy water into the winterized drain pipe,
I heard in my head my sage sister say.
I discarded the contents of the ***
into a snowy patch.
Good morning, and happy happy, I sang.
I hefted one oak log onto a dying fire.
Two of the four eggs I ate,
saving the last for leaner days.
So complete--eggs
and hot shave breakfast.
on the lighter side...HAheho, written about 2007
