He lifts the weight of food
to his open mouth, his spoon
repeating a rhythmic pose
of cupping to gather and twisting
on its side to feed its charge.
A steeled hunter-gather
foraging through milky swamps
to unearth the pebbles of sugared corn.
Opposite, his wife twirls the air
around them with her wildly
waving spoon, a drum major
gesticulating the story of what
will be her day. her hand scoops
down and swirls up again, ignoring
the teacup beside her.
Her husband’s spoon, we see,
the curve of its oval fits perfectly
within the smile shaping his mouth
as he pauses towards this woman
and her tea-spooned baton.
