Missing

Missing you,

wish you were here-

alas, you need to be wild,

without training wheels,

to mix and churn,

into a heterogeneous batter,

hard, sharp, pointy and colorful,

blending into-

a dough so fragrant,

pours out of the bowl,

and into the pan…

as a fluffy, breathing, rising,

bundle,

from my arms you leap.