A Comfort Food Poem
An offering of gratitude
A version of this poem will appear soon in an eZine called Women Raise Our Voices. Meanwhile, I offer it here for paid subscribers with an audio version.
Split Pea Soup
cleaved in two each tiny green dot boiled with onion, bay leaf no pattern or rhyme chaos roiling in a copper pot with basil, pepper thyme, and parsley chopped carrots, celery, leftover ham watch, stir maintain the flame comfort simmers in numbers the peas coalesce today’s menu nourished bodies together a measure of strength for tomorrow’s toil
Remember Andersen's Split Pea Soup. Little restaurants all up and down the California coast? I was always intrigued, but I never ate there. Now, I'm thinking of the comfort of split pea soup!