Cardamom, turmeric, licorice, ginger goot
We chop up eggplant, yellow squash, zucchini, and yams.
Throw in okra, peppercorns, bell peppers, sea salt.
We play with our food and coat it with spices
and we pour the whole rubix rainbow on a tenderloin of pork.
Let it bake, let it roast, let the steam fill the kitchen;
and the rice simmers besides.
Tell me more about Ayurvedan healing and why tumeric keeps you young.
I hear that voice from across the oceans when she says it;
he told me it would keep me well until the stars burst in the sky.
We sit and eat our meal, and mm and feed the baby
his own mix up of sweet potatoes and barley and juice from the pork.
He mm's and he giggles and throws handfuls of rice confetti.
I feel fluttering slow to a murmur and warmth fill me where I'm tired.
The sun has set in Lemon Grove. The curtains are drawn, and the kitchen light
is dim on the din of our clinking forks and knives.