Seasoned like a succulent feast
with spices both wild and ordinary,
used in unusual, unexpected combinations,
rich, complex, sweet, sour, simple, bitter-bite,
surprising, challenging the senses, satisfying.
And seasoned like wood now ready for good use,
waiting to be crafted into
something of great beauty and value,
an exquisite table polished to mirror sheen,
a hand-carved boat lovingly left deliberately rough,
a delicate or sturdy figurine shaped
from an almost remembered dream.
And seasoned by the flow of days,
some hard beyond bearing:
“what doesn’t break you
makes you stronger.”
Young, green, soft-wood no good for burning,
seasoned hardwood ready for flame.
Margaret Dubay Mikus