Some leftover leek and spud soup,
yellow pepper, cucumber, hunk of spelt
bread with olive oil. All accompanied
by some timeless Leonard Cohen.
Smell and taste that subtle soup;
hear “If It Be Your Will”.
Soup is smooth, pepper crunchy
and day old bread from bakery
next door rough but tasty as
Leonard’s lyrics which take me
outside into a warm spring day.
The will of Nature is confirmed
by post-lunch amble along beach
then to the end of a pier for pro-
longed stare toward anything that
moves or doesn’t. Nobody jumps –
except for joy – on a perfect day,
after such wholesome soup.
Sea so tranquil it’s a challenge
to believe there’s anything rotten
on the whole improbable planet.
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