A specific kind of love
As plant-based humanity is cut into small pieces
in anticipation of a table laden with food,
a dream, barely imagined.
It smells good, that much is certain. Will it be soup, sautéed vegetables, a ratatouille?
The aroma slips from the knife
and flies into a pot of desires.
Cooking needs a dose of love,
a specific kind of love that knows where to go.