The amber colored African rooboi is marinating the dry and hollow cinnamon sticks that are cracked into pieces like 250 year old bones
spicy slices of ginger floating like a bobber in the tea
We all sit around the table, that surely was handcrafted, because nothing here is done lazily
The table sits behind a large window that is like a magnifying glass to the world
The bullfinch go about eating and fighting
We watch the Irish sun peek it’s head from behind the gray clouds
Then we watch it retract and then rain comes down
It serves as a wonderful backdrop to our table time together
Everyone is lathering different condiments on bread as if we are evening out icing on a top layer of a cake
Reaching and passing items across the table like moves in a sports game
Chatting about our differences because we are actually interested
Each of us noticing how different we are
She speaks to me in English with a German accent and then speaks German to me and thinks it’s English, we laugh
He plays pool with me over a few Guinness and provides instructions on how to make the perfect fire
He explains in his Western Irish Accent that the heat source of the fire is it’s heart
I find it endearing that the fire has a heart and all of a sudden it’s alive
I slowly feed it small pieces of wood because I never want anything to die that has a heart
The day I left I cried. And now I see why.
spicy slices of ginger floating like a bobber in the tea
We all sit around the table, that surely was handcrafted, because nothing here is done lazily
The table sits behind a large window that is like a magnifying glass to the world
The bullfinch go about eating and fighting
We watch the Irish sun peek it’s head from behind the gray clouds
Then we watch it retract and then rain comes down
It serves as a wonderful backdrop to our table time together
Everyone is lathering different condiments on bread as if we are evening out icing on a top layer of a cake
Reaching and passing items across the table like moves in a sports game
Chatting about our differences because we are actually interested
Each of us noticing how different we are
She speaks to me in English with a German accent and then speaks German to me and thinks it’s English, we laugh
He plays pool with me over a few Guinness and provides instructions on how to make the perfect fire
He explains in his Western Irish Accent that the heat source of the fire is it’s heart
I find it endearing that the fire has a heart and all of a sudden it’s alive
I slowly feed it small pieces of wood because I never want anything to die that has a heart
The day I left I cried. And now I see why.