“How to Eat Rice?”
The sweetest answer is:
tenderly.
Let it lead you
to the field of yesterdays,
where hopes and fears were planted.
Listen, carefully,
for the burst of histories,
as they reveal themselves
grain by grain,
bite by bite,
breath by breath.
Hold its hands,
as it morphs
into the mother of milk,
heavily pregnant
with memories,
aromas,
missions.
Do not swallow;
let her flow
to the playground of time,
where the child of tomorrows
awaits,
grows,
multiplies.
15 November 2014
(Photo by Charles Haynes, Flickr.com, modified and distributed under the same CC license)
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