Esau's feast.

you are a summer's worth of produce.
you are the spring's first asparagus, surprisingly sweet and tender
you are cannelloni beans with olive oil.
gazpacho with crumbled feta,
naan hot from the oven,
cool yogurt and cucumber

you are everything green and fresh,
a thousand tastes, complex, interesting
you are seven grain toast every morning for breakfast,
and chai tea with honey every night before bed

you are a little more work than a pint of haagan daz,
a little less lustful indulgence
not a paper-cup mocha with too much syrup
no dairy-and-sugar stomachache or caffeinated insomnia
you are not overpriced pastries behind windexed glass,
all air and hydrogenated oil
a few sweet bites that leave a bitter stickiness behind

you taste of the earth that you came from,
rooted and genuine,
a little salt, a little oil, a little time,
and all your flavors come out
a steaming bowl of lentils worth trading a birthright for,
an earthy sensuality,
and a satisfying savor.