“Attention,” she says, “is the beginning of devotion.”
At home I slice the last ripe tomato
Lifting each bite
dressed in salt and olive oil
to the tick of the wall clock
3 minutes slow in the kitchen
Like it was an 80 degree day
Like I was barefoot
kneeling in my crumbling garden box
harvesting from plant to mouth
Like a child
A trail of juice on the counter
Each finger licked
Amen
© 2020 Amy Wolgemuth Bordoni
2 comments:
Amy, your writings continue to inspire me and make me think. Thank you.
Thank YOU, Beth. I love knowing you read them. I miss seeing you.
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