This is an ordinary day
starting with a hopeful 
attitude of anticipation.

I am delving into
the cupboards of my mind 
and daring to open cans
or boxes filled with 
shredded golden wheats
of happiness or tribulations
in hopes of aiding
my awakened hunger
and help nourish
my thoughts into maturity.

The effort to improve
only increases
my appetite for greater portions
and I find myself pulling 
ever larger quantities of foodstuff
from my brain until I am covered
with the Jell-O and sugar substitute,
both satisfyingly sweet
but, alas, my reward for the day.

I surrender to the sweetness.
I.e. it’s just an ordinary day.