Poetry About Chicken Pot Pie

The crust lifts gold above the dish. Steam carries thyme through the cold kitchen. Carrots and peas shine beneath the spoon. Yesterday food becomes tonight abundance. Someone sets the hot pan between us. Care arrives with a browned and broken edge.

The visible thing is only an entrance. Steam carries thyme through the cold kitchen. Behind it waits a more difficult truth. Yesterday food becomes tonight abundance. Silence gives the question room to deepen. Care arrives with a browned and broken edge.

The crust lifts gold above the dish. Time moves, but the image does not leave. Carrots and peas shine beneath the spoon. It returns us to home cooking, flaky pastry, vegetables, leftovers, warmth, and care served in a deep dish. Someone sets the hot pan between us. The day continues with a more attentive heart.