Tuesday, October 5, 2010

A poem about eating

The poem below was written by my friend and wondrous poet Eileen Elliott in response to my post on eating and TV. Enjoy!


the act of eating is a holy rite
pure in its routine, unacknowledged ordinariness

this miracle of taking in potato
or broccoli
and converting it to poetry
or a clean sink
or weeded garden
goes unnoticed
crowded out by more robust occurences
easily seen, brazen events:
sun breaking through clouds
sizzling orange of Monarch wing
splash of trout in glittering stream

amazing, nonetheless
if only through a pause of fork
a contemplation of possibilities
between bites of holy provision

1 comment:

Jan Underwood said...

beautiful, Eileen and Jill!