I am thinking of Venus transits
in passing, something deleted from junk e-mail
unread this morning, but somehow relevant
as I break rosemary into sage to tease the nose
in green-scented olive oil. My pestle
is innocent of stars & their charting
& this speculation has little
to do with cooking or eating–
I am no Krishna tasting mud
with worlds rolled like secrets
under my tongue
& I will not spill them
when I speak
I am merely saying & saving
some of what’s wild, grinding
a brightness to pass to you
in a sting of snow, dancing inside a trace
of what phosphoresces under oceans
in a kiss we call sustenance:
what makes us go.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
with worlds rolled like secrets
under my tongue….nice…saving some of whats wild…ha…love that as well….there is some really cool magic in your piece….what you pestle doesnt know…smiles..in a kiss we call sustenance….really some very cool lines in this…
Brian, thank you! I tried to bring the universal down to the mundane 😉
mmmmh… delicious. loved the ‘green-scented olive oil’. you did a fabulous job on this one – i can see the smirk hidden here… wonderful.
Miriam–thank you. Oh, shoot–you read the smile between the lines, did you 😉
ha, i did 😉 and it triggered the same in me – thank you for that.
my pleasure 😉
I wish I could say my meals sounded so interesting or delicious.
🙂 thanks, Bren!
Brought me right into the kitchen “dancing inside” with your excellent detailing Susan. 🙂
Oh, thank you!
Sounds and tastes like a deliciously wicked dinner ~
I adore the random thoughts we get while cooking.
Lyrical and luscious – scented with rosemary! A joy to read – K
Thank you, K!
I can see the pestle and mortar…
🙂 have to have them when you grow your own herbs 😉
Brian said what I would have said, too… especially love those lines…
Thank you, Laurie!
Colorful details; all relevant. I enjoyed this poem very much.
Thanks, Mary–I had fun!
Then again, celestial doings work on a long scale of time. You are the new, and perhaps to the elders who have seen suns come and suns go, your actions interest them, not the workings of old hat orbital mechanics.
🙂 that’s true!
I so enjoyed this poem, especially as a change of topic, as so many of us are trying to process the unspeakable. You took me right into your warm bright steamy kitchen. Loved it.
Sherry, thank you!
haha…now…that sounds de-licious…smiles…saving some of what’s wild…smiles..i like
🙂 thanks much, Claudia!
Really fun mix of images — superstitions and the earthly kitchen. Well done.
Am I mistaken, or is this a new blog design — VERY nice
Thank you much–glad you liked the poem. The blog design is my Christmas decoration–will take it down boxing day 😉
Very nice imagery here.
Thank you.
This was very interesting.
So many references. Very witty including Lord Krishna into this!!!
Nice. Really good.
Thank you, Aravind! I just had to do it…glad you liked.
Wonderful inagery
Thanks much, Celestine!