forward, light, kindle, palm, deep, sacrifice, energy, thunder, pine
and the flickering light of the fire
fails to warm me.
I try to look forward to the meal cooking
but even the smell
the deep, dark richness of the sauce
ceases to kindle a hunger.
I pine for simplicity.
A picnic basket full of energy food
that carries with it comfort.
Corn wrapped in palm leaves and roasted,
chicken fried the night before
and deviled eggs.
Yielding their tangy taste
like a sacrifice
to the tip of my tongue.