Fuel for a day of words

is gathered in a warming crockpot.

Chicken

three onions, one large head of garlic

a generous fist full of cumin seeds are

mingling, heating to slow simmer.

The aromas will climb up the back staircase,

waft down the long hall to

stir mouth watering anticipation.

I shall stir softened lentils into the hearty broth

and strip the bones of meat,

stir all together then

fill my white crockery bowl to the brim and indulge.