Devour us
An autumn sun soaks the room with light.
To awake in a spooning embrace,
with the tongue tingling for taste,
makes mornings magical
with hope and potential.
The welcoming warmth
of breakfast in bed
is the only lure out
from your body,
worn like soft skin pyjamas.
To doze in waiting
and return dazed
to your smile
and kindness,
everything good seems symbolised
by your offering.
With avocado
anything would be delicious.
Cuisine’s linchpin of luxury,
a delectable velvet made divine
by its nourishing and necessary nutrition.
With onion
the smelliest of stimulants
sweet, astringent,
firm, yet supple
the first in every fry pan
and the wheels of any meal.
And corn
the golden key of our farming ancestry,
the truly sweet and succulent shotgun pellet
that will resurface
the same way it was swallowed.
Salted
and a meal is made.
An effortless extravaganza
combined in shortage
yet considered intentional.
Like the intoxicating sanctity
of drinking Christ’s blood,
true significance is found in the situation
not in its physical parts.
We feasted happy
but not just food was shared.
Our day was just beginning.
What was offered
was accepted,
and appreciated
but all there was to enjoy.
The empty plate
was a clock face without hands.
There was no more food,
until time floods again
with months and years
instead of stalling in minutes and moments.
Avocado, onion and corn on toast
is the last feast,
for now.
The eternity of hope
is all that we sample and savour
as we sit through days and seasons
until circumstance is ready to blossom again.
Each mouthful had harmonised
the smooth transition
of anticipation to fulfilment.
Satiated by metaphor
one could ask for no more.
Memory will sustain,
like avocado
as hope stimulates,
like onion
and possibility survives,
like corn.
(2010)
