I asked God to show me my soul
So she showed me yours,

I asked God to show me my soul
So for a moment I held you-

I asked God to show me my soul

And it rains
so gently ,

That the peonies
Manage to hold it together for one more day-

Their stems barely
Holding that opulent pink-

II

Maybe, we are more like pomegranates
So perfect

Walled off and secure-

Until the right hands
Come
Along

That carefully unfold,

Break open
Letting loose that garnet fruit

That bold sweetness-
Bursting

III

My heart flutters
In my throat

Holding back a waterfall
Of decades

So I keep it simple
and add the

last of the tarragon you grew
To the red
sauce
Giving it a little kick-

Counting myself lucky again
With

Carole King
In the background
Serenading me,

In anticipation of my table
Once again
Hosting
Laughter,
.
A loaf of bread
and THEE.