Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Receiving Communion

Sometimes you don't notice a thing
until you feel the lack
I never felt like a Jew
until I was the only one around
in a small South Carolina town
My speech became a foreign tongue
my holidays unacknowledged
my religion suspect
my food nowhere
Shared memories
shared recipes
shared experiences
vanished like the 'g's on the ends of words
On a visit home they returned
as I opened the front door
Enveloped in thick, fragrant air
a big shiny pot atop the stove
slowly simmering golden heaven
Parting lips anticipated warm luscious liquid kisses
a soup├žon of salt
to keep it interesting
and more...
fluffy white clouds succumbed to my spoon
little round angels in heaven's tub
I swallowed the whole show
This was my communion

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Ella's Edge, Food Porn


Brian Miller said...

nice....home cooked food...and the feeling of home, that is def like taking communion...and a nice reprieve from being a stranger in a strange land...

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

I often feel this way when I walk into a home where Russian food has been prepared. And I can smell pelmeni and pirog as I remember it--thank you!

Ella said...

I so want a bowl of your comfort, sounds so heavenly.
I lovd the memories n warmth, you shared ; )

JustRex said...


Food porn....


Judy Roney said...

This is so beautiful. I can feel how you felt not fitting in your community. I wonder if there is anyone that has not felt that. I could taste your soup as and the joy of being home surrounded by those that love you. Beautiful.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the connection between home and the soul food that means home to you........loved this poem, kiddo!

Helena said...

I can feel that watery tongue comin' on!

Unknown said...

You perfectly identified the sensation of minority. I particularly like the shared elements, blending into "vanished like the 'g's on the ends of words"
Nicely written.