cheese

the French plate please, the one with soft rind cheese
and the white stuff that melts in my mouth, how about
that one there that goes so well with the tomato pesto with basil
and the bread, so crusty on the outside and soft inside,
I love that.
the cashier is sweeping the floors and the doors have
been locked but the warm summer night breeze
makes us drift off into another topic, and the wine
makes it interesting, or maybe it doesn't matter
as long as the stresses of the day dissipate and we don't
think beyond the textures and smells of the cheese plate,
a meditation that requires no discipline, just a sinking
into full enjoyment.