The Potato Eaters
Sometimes, the naked taste of potato
reminds me of being poor.
The first bites are gratitude,
the rest, contented boredom.
The little kitchen still flickers
like a candle-lit room in a folktale.
Never again was my father so angry,
my mother so still as she set the table,
or I so much at home.
Copyright Credit: Reprinted by permission of the author, whose most recent book is Tears of the Old Magician, Orchises Press, 2003.
Source: Tears of the Old Magician (Orchises Press, 2003)