Light burnishes

the rivet holding the copper table as if the finest meal is about to be prepared.  As when now I can't find words or analogy to express this one-time, had-to-be-there beauty.  Beauty is of the moment. Blink.  

Unlikely

is the one-word answer for why I love walking.  On every walk no matter the time nor the place, I encounter the unlikely but believable.  To celebrate a living detail is good life.  Akin to sharing a meal or finding words (or having them find you) which inspire.  Gratitude is naming the unlikely as believable.

What can hold water

does and creates its own kingdom where everything which enters, belongs.  Think of the kitchen during the ripest season.  The counter laden with fresh produce, ripe fruit.  Cheeses, of course.  Perhaps, the leaf is a dish or plate.  Of course, dishes & plates are palettes for words.  What did you just write?  

Stained glass windows

aren't exclusive to churches.  With light & lens can be an everyday occurrence.  Look how everything connects; take comfort much as you do with light coming into the kitchen.  Or how a favorite necklace delights your throat sometimes offering the tongue new recipes for words.

Hexagon

and what supports it?  Night's hands & a memory of sky.  Remember, colors are memories' gestures as much as taste.   As much as a pronouncement of nouns & verbs which as we all know is an international cuisine.

Whippersnapper

Sometimes, the poisonous calls our name.  A ripening nightshade.  An act of benevolent nature. The name Whippersnapper says it all with gleefully anticipation.  All that remains is -- taste.  And the koan -- how many cherry tomatoes make a salad?

When a red thread is involved

language is music and music is language.  At the center, an invisible spoon quietly stirs all the word-gestures of the day.  And night.