wine, the mayo,
the bag of sugar
while I buy lighter foods –
bread, lettuce,
the salmon fillets.
Together
maybe we can make
a balanced meal.
.
(c) 1984 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 1980's, tagged balance, Beginnings, food, Love, meals, Relationships on November 28, 2011| 18 Comments »
wine, the mayo,
the bag of sugar
while I buy lighter foods –
bread, lettuce,
the salmon fillets.
Together
maybe we can make
a balanced meal.
.
(c) 1984 Betty Hayes Albright
Posted in Poetry 1990's, tagged Beginnings, consider the source, life, mindfulness, origins, source, spirituality, transformations, Tuna on November 22, 2011| 25 Comments »
.
We are tuna fish
breathing the sea,
oblivious to mayo and toast.
.
We are cocoa
in the hot southern bean,
our proof is not yet in the pudding.
.
We are tomato
bulging acid in red sun,
unsuspecting the BLT.
.
We are lettuce leaf
photosynthesized,
ignorant of a thousand islands.
.
We are potato,
white jewel buried in soil
unconscious of sour cream and chives.
.
We are yeast,
multiplying dark spaces
waiting to be kneaded.
.
(c) 1996, 2012 Betty Hayes Albright