Across the Divide
You talked of food and nutrition...
Good and bad in the culinary world.
You reached across generations, countries, continents.
We all sat at the black table on the red chairs...
You thought this woman was cool, sharp, loved to cook...
Maybe it wasn't so bad to get old,
A wisk and rack brought you together
Still see the two of you at the black table...
One octogenarian, one boy-man of 30,
Testing the waters...And the sauces, the gravies,
Waxing poetic over beans. over bacon.
Sustenance, ordinary or elegant, a link.
Still see you at the table
Reaching across the remains of a meal.
A retired editor, Kathy lives in Barnegat, NJ, and has published in Echoes of LBI, Lips, and Shotglass Journal. She belongs to the Shore Poets Society and the Barnegat Poets and thanks them for their encouragement and support.