To Plate the Globe

 

we recognize the offer as something significant

the menu on the table; in dialect we don’t understand

the way cooks yell happy when they serve hot!

fish; chicken; steak                           meat, a luxury

a sampling of people’s stoves and culture carried

on rafts over oceans             survivors (we don’t understand)

save through food to taste: an invitation to explore

the meaning of want

 

 

This poem appears in my book peace: poems for the spiritual journey – Available on Amazon

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