turned on

just stop and think for a moment about that moment when all the forces of the universe converged inside one bleary eyed thought while watching some old b&w costume drama after a week of very very little sleep and the kids stopped with the crying but the milk went bad and there was not a whole lot of happiness found anywhere in the house but there was a stack of junk mail and a newish black ballpoint pen found at the park and through the haze of it all the recipe for bacon pecan cinnamon rolls was written down front and back on several of those yellowed with age or rain stained envelopes piled high on the kitchen table where there were five rectangular shaped rubbish free patches so someone could set down a bowl and eat and oh how the idea for a lucrative business in the baked goods trade was turned on in the sluggish brain because of that soured milk