A Recipe for Cooking

My hands disconnect from my mind
When I look at a 
Quarter cup of what 
Underneath a pinch of when
Next to a picture of why

Two tablespoons of no chance
That a recipe card
Will lead me to a meal

I play the wilder hand
Extemporaneous heat
Intuition's concatenation

At the tip of the tongue
The edge of a scent
And an imagination
That doesn't picture the end
Until there's a fork in it