At 1 pm on a March day
a thought visited me
that I took seriously:
“I want to make a pumpkin pie this afternoon.”
Of course, I never made one — no, not one
in all my many years!
After a pleasant nap that thought returned —
and the one I live with humored me.
A little shopping to collect our needs
preceded our simple efforts in a bowl —
and a pie dish was made ready for the crust.
Fifteen minutes of kitchen action
and an oven prepared to bake an hour
was all it took.
How delicious it was to eat
the product of that simple thought!
Of course we had to wait —
the pie must cool.
When all was ready
we cut two generous slices
and dabbed cool whip upon our treasure.