Champion of Breakfasts

The mysteries of Sunday breakfast include 
how to drain the griddle of grease,
how to fry the eggs without breaking yolk,
how to fold omelets into perfect half moons.

All these matters mystify me as much 
as operating a bush hog,
firing up the four-wheel-drive Kubota, or
casting a fly rod into fast-moving stream.

Yet, you’ve managed them all, first
with two hands, then after your stroke,
with just the left, right hand craned
into place from the shoulder,
your mouth set 
to fine-tune
and tight-line 
deliberate strength.