“A Picnic Before Death”

I wrote something new this week and somewhat in theme with Valentine’s day. Meals with those I love are my most treasured times. I will write more about my relationship with food and companionship in a future post. For now, please enjoy this poem and share a meal with someone you love today.  

A Picnic Before Death

I have spread a blanket in the shade of oak trees.

Take off your shoes and hand me your bag,

the journey can wait,

join me for a meal.

There’s water and a thermos of coffee,

wine when you’re ready.

I made meatballs,

they’re still warm and the corn is sweet and ripe,

this time of year.

I have pickles and olives and bread and cheese,

Fresh plums and sweet strawberries.

Eat your fill,

eat it all.

Rest yourself against my knees, dig your toes into the river sand.

Look at that view.

I know your trip isn’t through,

have another bite my friend

I am sharing my food with you.

I know this will end.

I know you will die.

This picnic is all I can do,

let it be enough,

let it be everything,

to show my love for you.