Poem: May 30, 2019

Food for Thought

My thoughts linger over tomatoes
right off the vine and split open
and dripping into the cucumber salad,

and they find themselves drifting
easily into the steamy, spicy cloud
that gathers above the pan when I am
frying bell peppers and onions,

and let's be honest, a honeycrisp
apple slice run through creamy
peanut butter will turn the eyes
of anyone's thoughts, or pair
that same apple with smoked
almonds or earthy gorgonzola

and oh mama, our thoughts should
not be held responsible for themselves.

My thoughts these days are more
likely to frequent the richer spaces
where a threesome of steak and
dark chocolate and pinot noir
can be had, but they aren't above
slumming it with a Twinkie
or a frozen pizza now and then.