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everyone’s home

I cook the world as food

is a humanised world

to cook is an act of courtesy

the kitchen steams in golden batter

of laughter wine and spices

the umbilical cord between us and the world

is the casserole – Grandma Dot’s casserole

in the oven – stuffed with rosemary

and garlic ingots the joint sizzles

every burning bush is a holy bush but

he who presides over leg of lamb is a priest

I boil rice as if I’m caring for little children

with a grain of nutmeg I praise creation

scrubbed carrots begin to glow from within

in butter and ginger they find a true

voice beans plunge into white pepper and fennel

a salad spoon reveals a flash of currants softly

clicking jewels of naked olive cherry tomato and

almond the deepest precision of pumpkin arrives

at the table the eaten-of-abundance-world

is a beloved world a meal that overflows

with warmheartedness’s blessed

sounds yes, feeding people is a moral deed

a resurrection. my exuberant family sits down to eat –

suddenly brittle in their enoughness their un-

scathed selves our all-still-togetherness. we praise

easy generosity as the great sufficient Guarantee.

The takers of the earth take hands.

(after Martin Versfeld)