C is away from our home this weekend and I am too. I'm so looking forward to being surrounded by my family, eating with them all weekend long. And, I just love the thought of being "exactly full."
Wishing you all a very happy Bank Holiday and leaving you with an excerpt from a Craig Arnold poem from his collection Made Flesh, found, with lots of other beautiful words and feelings, here.
Here is a small cafe
opening for breakfast
a zinc counter catching the light
at every angle in bright rings of glitter
A cup of black coffee is placed before you
brimming with rainbow-colored foam
a packet of sugar a pat of butter
a split roll of bread
scored and toasted and still warm
The butter is just soft enough to spread
the coffee hot and sugared to perfect sweetness
the bread grilled to the palest brown
crisp but not quite dry
You tear it nearly into pieces
eat them slowly when you finish
you are exactly full
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