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Molasses Crinkles

Inside my hand
The egg feels cool and smooth.
I hear the crack as its shell opens,
Edges sharp —
Yet the white and yolk drop
Into the bowl undisturbed.

It is I, the baker, who, whisk in hand,
Must perturb
The little sun at the bottom of the bowl.
But I suddenly pause in the midst of my mindless routine.




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Diane Gillespie

Diane Gillespie

PhD, Educational psychologist. Author and sleep advocate interested in learning as social/cultural process (Website:

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