blueberry peach pie 8/21/09
I forgot the tablecloth but
That did not matter
The pie did more
Than to suffice
It emptied in
Seven servings
Times two more
With French vanilla
topping
I look around the
Now empty table
Shabbat candles burning low
And I see each of the smiling
Faces seated at my table
Hours before
Each one
With added value
And I am grateful
For the hours spent seated
Around-
Breaking bread
Singing off key to
Favored greats
Pausing in the hall of our
collective memory
Perhaps fictional
Perhaps somewhat real-
I am fulfilled
I am overflowing
With the sweet of
Nearly overripe
Baked peaches
And the fresh bite of
Arugula
All real and present
I am enamored by the
Bravado of tastebuds
With each bite of mozzarella
And only now do I sit back
At this empty table
Drink up
How full it was before
Lillet and orange slice
Only a sliver of how
Close I came
To deliverance
To home before
The life behind
I arrived my head ahead
And feet planted
Firmly
And walking, and walking