Instant
of Impact
Each time we decide to kick up dust on
the country road & drive West until
the descending sun’s a lozenge melting
red on
the horizon,
something
happens that’s enough to jar
our mouths open in an instant of
impact that doesn’t kill us, but
shakes our cores to see the storm's
message
scrawled on a
luminous
dark cloud— its calligraphy drips
hard-hitting drops that makes us
shudder, but we can’t
slow down.
To
Know and Yet Not
Preparing a
meal, that is both ordinary and not,
takes two
days and countless thoughts, trying
to remember
every ingredient handed down
in a tradition
that could be lost in fair trade.
A subtle change
in a recipe one knows by
heart—a pinch
of this or this— a shortcut
on time’s one
pan mess or an opportunity
to do something
else. What compromise
comes in a box
or bag or can? Cooking
for one or two
or too many works its way
into sad
conversations on lost creativity;
leaving us with
these dirtied plates.
A spontaneous unforced attempt at responding to the
ReplyDeleteimperative and narrative of language.Congratulations!