XII: Let It Simmer

A heart too hot will lack a taste

Refined. Quiet now, simmer down,

And stew the sauce, or let it baste.

Yes, let it sit, in flavor drown

And only then when flame is off,

You taste a bit, a smidgen pinch;

Before your hunger dips to trough,

Begin to measure inch by inch

What boiled over side of thought.

Distilled to stock, the essence clean

Will cling in drops that drip on pot

To add to future meals’ cuisine.

• April 2025