A Pinch of Saffron

There is a moment 

Hiding between the opening of his door

At six forty five in the morning and 

The opening of his eyes and mouth

Less than a minute further on

That feels a lot like 

Opening that nearly empty 

Yet newly purchased glass jar of saffron and

Adding a pinch To some carefully coalesced combination of

Oil

Vegetables

Spices and

Meat

With no promise of 

Anything yet to come