10/30: Ode to the Pastrami Reuben at Roegels Barbecue Co.
With thanks to Russell, Misty, Bruce and the whole Roegels Barbecue Co. crew
Thursday is a special day
Smoke rolls into the sky
like a spire
I chase the smoke like a dream
come true, like a family heirloom
The gospel of low and slow
casts a holy shadow
I know what blows in the wind
I know what time gives
and how time takes.
The Pastrami Reuben is a gift
time gives, made by hands
that take what was given
Some days, I show up too late,
and I am still grateful
What I want isn’t always what I get,
and I am still grateful
What I receive is a recipe
made with love and smoke
I’m learning the lesson of letting go,
no matter the teacher.
Good things come to those who wait.
When I reach for my plate,
I trust my fate.
When Thursdays come,
The Pastrami Reuben is an offering too
tender not to fall-apart.
The bark, a piece of art.
I offer all of my senses to this moment.
A POEM A DAY 