Why Do We Set the Table?
Why Do We Set the Table?
At what temperature does blood
begin to boil? Thicken into a
roux, slip between bits of
basil, minced garlic,
orecchiette;
Permeate chunks of spicy kielbasa,
bind a dash of salt, pepper, bubbles
roiling forth, then dissipating,
heat lowered to a hush;
Congeal from the shock of cool
clay dishes as a small mound
is delicately plated with a
large plastic spoon;
Spurt steam, burning both
nostrils, as we lean in to say
grace, my father’s seat empty,
placemat bare.
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The memory, loss speaks to us in ways we cannot fathom, and grief instructs us to be on our best behaviour in public spaces.
There's something so melancholic and brutally violent about grief, the love we no longer have, going on living without the parent in the picture any longer.
Our soul paints on the canvas of our soul what remains. The symphony of the remembrance of all things past.