Feast.

This one day last week

was a weird day for my stomach.

I was famished

but everything made me feel

like I was going to puke.

Fast forward to sitting on a front lawn

under the Big Dipper

in the cool of evening,

where we learned about

edible plants

growing right there

in that very grass.

I took a little bud

and unwrapped the leaves around it,

and ate it.

It wasn't that it tasted good,

but I loved it.

I loved that I picked it

and ate it

and it came right from the very earth

without being asked.

Then we shared a coconut.

We drank right out of it with straws.

I only took a few sips

because the best part of the experience

wasn't drinking it,

but sitting there

with the taste of it still on my lips

thinking about how happy I was

that I'd drunk out of a coconut.

I helped scoop out the flesh

and then we ate it.

We passed around one bowl

with one spoon

and ate it.

It was the greatest feast

I can imagine.