The Threat of a Hungry Mind
Feeling the threat of unease,
I make myself known.
The approach not for understanding,
But for an ear that listens.
The smells of familiarity confine the space-
Not void of confusion….
However willingness leaves me tender.
The offering of both psyche,
And that of my ancestral nourishment.
The bitterness of words left behind;
For an immediate surprise,
Of sensation pleasant to the tongue.
This duality speaks-
Not of this kitchen, but of our bond.
A room for appetite, and an eager mind.
Copyright © Sara Ajemyan | Year Posted 2015
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