Fuel for a day of words
is gathered in a warming crockpot.
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.