There are three guests coming.
I do not yet know who they are
But I have assembled the ingredients for the feast
My mise en place is set,
The chicken rests in a slick of olive oil,
Here, little bowls of chopped parsley,
Grey sea salt, cracked pepper
An orange will offer its aromatic zest to the mix
And the juice will blend with garlic and wine.
The guests will be pleased. They will offer
Some surprising words that will shift the world
As we know it.
We will sit and sip, savoring the feast before we leave
The past behind
Bones and drippings on the plate,
The napkin crumbled and the lees
Left in the bottom of the glass.