With the sacredness you give and describe, turn us upside down, that other people may know you are here.
We are tired of secret joy, bashfulness and being ashamed.
Reasons for holding back fly off like doves. You speak your subtle truth to this ring of blank faces, and someone suddenly finds something in a pile of ashes.
Why am I talking? You know what is happening. Simply say it.
Walk around to each of us and pour the wine, and spoon out that eggplant fricassee concoction.
Adam A. Azim 