about 12:05, five minutes past noon--
the restaurant on the southeast corner
of Passion Road at the intersection
of Lovely Lane Drive, that little white place?
What shall we feast on today? A fresh cut
of new venison? Vegetarian
menu items delight the palate too!
Fresh roast beef? Or, perhaps lobster on the
shell, a crustaceous feast fit for Neptune?
Cuisine for body, or cuisine for soul?
Which shall it be? Practical fills a need,
but aesthetic paints a grander portrait.
Guests must choose between the worlds of mundane
commonness and gossamer threads of silk.
I pluck the sunshine's ray from the blue sky
and wear its rosy colored boutonniere--
it is a feast in the temporal world--
the perfumes and shades of color fill my
hunger; I have feasted on God's nectars.
John Daleiden
Oblique: A Poetry Journal Copyright © 2005 John Daleiden You Are Visitor Number
