Now that most of you have left the table, there's an open house over at earthfamilyalpha. We're serving poetry and desert. Here is a sample from Susan Bright's poem, "Pie."
Concentrate on the art of pie. It is an old art. Ingredients spread through the house like a layer of snow, later people say: O, Pie. Pie. We love pie. It is a good art. No one will say, Make this pie with only one silver knife, or no ice, or make it with chalk instead of flour. Fill pie with ingredients at hand, cans of things, fresh fruit, cheese. Add it to a feast. Eat leftovers for breakfast the next day, the celebration begins again, pie filling the recesses of the body, exhilaration.
After you've had desert first, you may, if you wish, scroll down to "More Songs about Friendship," a reflection on the sustenance that human beings can provide one another.
We are born into this world expecting to eat with another human being, and it is meeting and giving to that need which touches soul.
I am thankful for my friends and family and people, such as those of you assembled here tonight on the DailyKos servers, who care about the human community and the fragile halo of life on this planet.
May this humble post find you and yours well.