Crumbs

I see the crumbs on the kitchen floor
I know that there is more
The bland walls and small cupboard doors
may fool the eyes
My soul smells and knows it holds more
Knows within somewhere within
there is a feast

I see the crumbs on the kitchen floor.
I know that there is more
beyond redundant days and monotonous weeks
between adventures and do nothing streaks
there is a feast

I see the crumbs on the kitchen floor
I know that there is more
I can not tell where, but often I smell
A whiff, a sent known to the soul
this feast not for happily ever after or once upon a time
there is no expiration, no rot.

I see the crumbs on the kitchen floor
I know that there is more
if only my eyes could see
what my soul smells
This feast is always.
For you and me, nothing to do or be
already we, at the table
What a mystery but not a fable
smell, and reach out
Taste and see that there is more
than crumbs on a kitchen floor.

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