Poem: Delicate faith

 

Nomitkon, Tajikistan

Roasting the vegetables in

olive oil

thyme

rosemary

the scent is the passion of patience.

our cheeks flushing pink

while drinking

the longest wavelength

spiced with

clove

cinnamon

nutmeg

 

the food is plenty,

and we are warm,

in our little corner of the world

 

how blessed are we,

how blessed are we,

we break bread

like we are family.