My wife and I
bumped into God today,
at COSCO.
Not a shoulder-to-shoulder-big-bang collision!
We could never have survived the crash.
It was more a conceptual collusion.
Back in the rear section,
between aisles 23 through 33
where the veggies, fruit, meats and dairy are.
There, in the midst of that eatable cornucopia,
prime rib, kiwi, cashew milk,
green grapes, asparagus, yogurts,
pork chops, sea weed and sirloin,
arrayed on tables and shelves
to tempt the taste buds and draw the eyes.
Leaving it to us to chose
what we hungered and thirsted for.
We had arrived at the parking lot,
lapsed Episcopal.
We left with a fasting Buddha squatting in the back
between loaded boxes
with kosher Jews nibbling Manischewitz matzos
and wandering Bedouin roasting lamb kabobs,
all praying to the same God of Abraham.
Later this evening,
Nancy created our supper
and I prepared the table for us.
Grace was said and we chanted,
“Take. Eat. All of it.
Do this in remembrance of Me”.
A culinary Eucharist for our meal,
where we feasted on everything offered.
Poems by Ken 