An Ordinary Evening

To spend the evening in the presence of family,
lounging in the midst of familiar noises,
laughter of children playing,
the sound of the beloved reading,
the littlest one going off in search of her bells.

These moments make holy the life I live.
And years later, reading my journal entry
of this night like any other night from long ago,
I am there, breathe into memory, and smile.

ginger beer

homebase can be mortal 
with all the starts & returns
of puzzled faces who
once again did not understand
the point of Sunday's sermon
& come only in the hope
of loan forgiveness for last
night's dinner tab itemizing 
roasted leg & puree of soul 
which never tasted so good

trust the story & remember 
how richly good grandma's
cranberry sauce tasted each
season of giving thanks for things
known & for things unknown
& how she would smile when
asked the secret of her recipe
& say, If I told you it wouldn't be
a secret & how she whispered
with a voice sounding of the end
in that last week, ginger beer.