Food marked our meet-up: After eggs and coffee in
Northampton came fried clams with bellies in Dennis.
With cheese and wine in Wellfleet, we ate poetry
all the way in to our most intimate beliefs.
Have you had days like this to travel and to feast?
Later we examined the wrappers: How many
details and lines? What did the small print hide? How hard
or easy was access? Should we have micro-waved?
It’s odd that we arrived at our destination
unscathed. We didn’t follow directions. Indeed,
we didn’t look for them in our hurry to feed.
And we could have been poisoned. We could have been lost.
Have you had days like this to become whole again?
To act with the innocent courage of your youth
without forsaking hard-earned wisdom risk-taking
earned you (either for pleasure or its opposite)?
If we die surfeiting on trust that we are part
of creation—please celebrate our lives. If we
live—celebrate with us the opportunity
to co-create a world that nourishes us all.
This morning, I brewed coffee in a pot I did
not know, counted tablespoons of new-ground beans to
water whose measure I had to guess. The coffee is
too weak, but I will make it stronger tomorrow.
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