The Five Course Reunion
The melon crescents were served
Back to back like a frown.
When ours were collected afterwards
They had been turned over into a smile.
The soup darkens as we stir,
Reds and greens arise then sink.
The stop and go of us these years.
Boundaries split, natures mix. Catch
Them in our spoons, rediscover
The recipe for what we were.
Choose a wing with me.
If they are from the same bird
It will fly again .
Let's halve this Emmental, you said,
Though in our hands at first
The cheese knife curved away
Nervous at slicing so deep into
Fermented joys we'd sealed up tight.
But then we saw ourselves,
Heart valves, moon craters,
Half-formed question marks,
Caverns echoing our answer.
After so long you`ve opened it again
To seek some biscuit bits,
Edges smoothed in the jostling jar.
Once fresh with flavour at first snap,
Now old and soft and taking on
The crumbs of ones they`re kept with.
Like you and me, a match can`t now exactly be
Rejoined at where it broke, the art is to agree
Two pieces can taste about the same.