Glaciers and Granola

sunflower seeds and stones
scattered across golden crispy oatmeal,
glacial moraines streams of crystal clear water
mahogany maple syrup
both worked across a pink Formica table
in a blue bowl or an undercut one dimensional
basin so lovely filled with rice,
or water, for washing a daughter, a small
one since the bowl is small, in goes
the granola, then the glacier soon melting
away to ice cubes floating in the sea.

OK, zany poem since it mixes the evenings events of making granola and talking about glaciers as Karen is preparing to go to Bern, Switzerland, to give a talk.  Bowls reminded me of the first (of only two) that I have memorized, by Kay Ryan, thus the allusion to bowls and rice, and then back
to climate change where glaciers melt into the sea.  The granola was quite tasty, I'm not sure I understood the glaciology.