Look No Farther

You are busy searching 

On the bed, under the bed

On the chair, under the chair

On the table, under the table

Until you realize that the keys 

Are in your hands all the while

And you laugh at the jolly folly

There is a Reason

 When your lane is congested and slow

Your eyes and heart are evermore

Envying those on the other lane

That is going in the opposite direction

That is so free and fast in motion

But only by staying put on your lane

And fighting off the temptation

Will the arrival be a revolution

There is Time to Make the Cake

Can a cake really be made in a heartbeat?

And in the same heartbeat, can it be a treat?

There is time when the cake must be baked

When ingredients must be dutifully gathered

When the flour must be carefully measured 

And into the super bowl ceremoniously emptied

When the eggs must be nicely scrambled 

And into the flour unceremoniously dumped

When the milk, the sugar and the butter

Must too be added to bring in more flavor