Duet #2: Thoughts on Dinner

By Noel Ihebuzor and Susan L. Daniels

Noel:
the thought of what to eat is as important as how and where to eat

Susan:
Yes, what can we feed on to justify
a meeting between 2 continents,
tectonic plates that do not overlap;
separated by oceanic crust

this food must be elemental & necessary as air;
and where and how will arise from the answer

Noel:
Do we stuff ourselves or should we feel ourselves to a place where we can fill ourselves with us

to this place where fresh palmwine, the nectar of the gods foams and froths and speaks to our dry throats

Susan:
Here, I speak of earth & water

& tangible things

you whisper a banquet made for gods, of souls, of soil, of fruits
never imagined

from the tree we plant together;
this meal can only be by us, for us, and of us

Noel:
Come away to this place where the gentle moon wraps the winking stars in the soft velvety mantle of its embrace, embellishing them in generous streams of silver rays
bathing us in its glow,
where we shall float weightless buoyed by the lightness of our kindled kindred spirits,
come to this dinner, the rolling boundless ocean shall be our table, spread out before us, linking us, seamless, rippling like us, full – the waves shall sing and dance for us and with and by us, and drown out the tiring world in its loud songs of approval as it laps and rolls for us and with us

Susan:
To meet you there, I will leap over the dateline,
like a child jumping rope, or skipping a chip of shale
across the Caribbean;

I will dream this tonight & wrap us in those rays
that I will braid into one light, rays that now touch our faces
a day apart, on different sides of the earth

Noel:
Let us go hand in hand to this banquet of sharing, of caring across the oceans, bridging distances, the oceans roaring in raucous laughter below us,
the star filled night bathed in the soft beams of the approving moon looking on, let us go to this banquet
where anxious hands trace fine circles that mean nothing and yet are full of meanings, that say nothing yet say everything

Susan:
You will not have to teach me this language;
I am a woman who knows full well the words you would trace,
the worlds I would sketch: a silence
that sings twinned in our blood

***Here it is, our blogging friends–the second duet in cyberspace we all wanted to hear.  Again, I am honored to alternate my verses with those of a master wordsmith in a poetic conversation.  I believe this was inspired by my “What’s for Dinner” piece–this is so much nicer than that…..

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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13 Responses to Duet #2: Thoughts on Dinner

  1. Rhonda says:

    Susan…just one question. CAN I HAVE DINNER WITH YOU TWO??? Wow.
    ps) I’ll bring the Ant to the picnic!
    Rhonda

    • LOL, not sure exactly where the mid-way point is between Tanzania and the US, but I’m guessing it’s smack dab in the middle of the Atlantic ocean…. Loved the ant–it looked like he was somewhere far from any crumbs 🙂

  2. Rhonda says:

    Poor guy was definitely trapped between a rock and a mountain of humanity, that’s for sure.
    Since the dinner is to be in the middle of the Atlantic, might I suggest seafood? lol
    I love the project you two are doing…please keep it going. It’s fabulous.

  3. jeglatter says:

    Chin dropping to my meager table in a “wow” as I read. Beautiful. Poetry as two. Gorgeous. Thank you! -Jennifer

  4. Hafsat says:

    This is a seriously amazing duet. I was drawn into the world in the poem and without meaning to exaggerate, I could feel my heart beating as I reached the end. It is really beautiful.

  5. adebayo says:

    This is so brilliant, so cool, so seamless. it is melodious and meliforious.(forgotten what that word means). I particularly like the stylish change in rhythmn. It is hard to imagine that both of you are separate by oceans and time zones. Indeed there is no more distance in our world, its only in our imagination. You guys are great. My mind is filled and satisfied with the poetic dinner, but my stomach is still waiting for the real rice and stew very plenty! cheers

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