IHOP

By Caedmon Uhren

Oh, the wonders my local house of pan-
cakes has seen.  Miracles actually.
The homeless enter hungry and exit
happily filled to their stomach’s content.

Mother and daughter wearily prepare
for the Monday morning rush that never
arrives. They prepare nonetheless. They pre-
pare for the best. They prepare, never rest.

Pancakes stacked on more pancakes… Mountain ranges
in southwest Florida. Syrup flows down
the side and I can almost see the peak.
The city Emerald can’t help but cower.

In the back, one might expect a wizard;
but no, just people… A labor of love.

Caedmon Uhren is a recent graduate from Florida Gulf Coast University with a major in Data Analytics, a minor in statistics, and an ever-burning need to write. He has been writing poetry since his freshman year of college and just recently got better due to the magnificent teaching of Jesse Millner (and taking himself seriously for the first time). He hopes his words will point others inward to understand themselves in a new way, outward to connect struggling humans to struggling humans, and upward to ponder the Eternal.