Painted Clay

The recipe is folded in a dusty book / I crush the cumin seeds against the stone / The copper pot is rattling on the heated iron / I serve this meal to make you feel at home / I slice the garlic thin across the wooden board / The green tomatoes blister in the pan / I stir the heavy sauce until the color shifts / I serve this meal to make you feel at home / You sit across the table pouring out the wine / The record plays a tune from eighty-four / My hands are shaking carrying the earthen bowls / I never cooked this complex meal before / You take a single bite and close your weary eyes / A sudden smile breaks across your face / The ancient spices settle on the painted clay / I serve this meal to make you feel at home / (Feel at home) / (At home)