Ode to a Chopstick

Strong and supple tapered wood
Sometimes lacquered decorated
Lithesome tools for handling food
Of your import I could spend a 
Dreamlike evening in haiku
But of your valiant victuals virtue
I'll need a sonnet to honor you
Used for every meal prepared
To stir, to serve, to mix, to puncture
Even tucked inside my knife kit
Toted to culinary school with rapture
I find you, always near my pallet
Ready to serve, as if on cue
It's even better when there are TWO...