Nestled
In the center
Surrounded by the sizzle
and the hiss and the
Plenty
Surrounded by voices and
Steam and flicker flames
Rising
Ascending
A prayer of thanks.
We prepared the banquet
Together
Laid the harvest in fragrant baskets there
Lingered among the sweet and
Liquid smells as the air
Settled
As the sun lowered
And the windows darkened
And the day quieted.
We lingered there
Nestled there
Around that center
Around that heart
And we rested.
