Poetry writing month, theme of Self-Care, Self-Calm as part of the collective whole.
Since there is no way to top the intro story from yesterday’s poem, I won’t try. Instead, I am treating myself to a white Stilton cheese with cranberries. In the photo, the cheese with the beautiful label is a local-to-me cheese called “Golden Age Cheese” made in Stratford, Wisconsin. These are just the fancy cheeses in our fridge. We also have the staples cheddar (both medium and sharp), mozzarella, and mild Colby. We are called “cheese heads” in Wisconsin because we make and eat so much cheese. Apologies those who cannot eat it.
Cheese is the Answer
A party of rennet and milk
goat, sheep or cow.
Ancient people discovered
carrying milk in a goat stomach
this curdled delight
don’t hold the salt please.
Whether hard or soft,
ripe, aged, fresh, or melted
there is comfort in its hardy, creamy bite.
Cheese is the answer
and the answer is “yes please, more cheese.”