To become fluent
Is to walk with the hands
The resilience of starch
Dried on the steep slope of the bowl.
And what may seem clean
Is a trick of the eye
For the residue of rice
Resists the towel and scrub
And clings there,
Known only to the fingers
That would seek this knowledge
And ignore the one thin hair
Afloat in the soup, yesterday,
As we closed our eyes,
As we closed our eyes
And savored the broth.

Image: Fabrizio Chiagano on Unsplash

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