The Wooden Spoon

The Wooden Spoon

Is there unspoken tension that simmers constantly

On a low flame? The flame is so low that the sauce

Barely needs a stir.

The wooden spoon lays idly by, waiting for the chance

To disrupt and soothe the simmering boils,

But nobody speaks to it, nor of it.

The spoon lays idly by knowing the inevitable.

Either the flame goes out, or the sauce will burn.