Raspberries sit at the feet of a T-Rex,
oats fly in rocket ships, a monkey
sticks its thumb up. Wheat in the shape of biscuits
rub shoulders with nut coated flakes.
A river of milk is painted across cardboard
holding a reason to wake up.
We probably shouldn’t touch the artwork,
but you haven’t yet developed
the flaw of not following your heart.
Every bowl you see is the morning
of someone you trust with your life;
why have fingers if you cannot point
and shout their names? This is a staff
announcement: a dream up on aisle 12.

© Carl Burkitt 2022