the big breakfast

they bring us too much
food.
the six of us.
the plates are heavy
with bacon
and eggs, sausage,
potatoes.
the cups over flow
with coffee and juice.
someone gets French toast.
pancakes
like pillows.
the syrup is poured.
but we're hungry.
the conversation slows.
we lather the toast
with butter
and jam,
we clink glasses and
go at it
on the cool morning
of a young autumn.