Sonny Rainshine

Holy Basil - Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Bai gkaprow.
Its Thai name is difficult to pronounce,
the way something sacred should be.
Like most herbs,
we’re told,
it grows better in poor soil;
blessed are the poor.

I sprinkle some,
like holy-water,
on a strawberry-rhubarb pie
a saintly neighbor has left for me
and place it in the oven,
Instantly inebriated
with the abrupt
fragrance of divinity,
thick with incense and heat,
my kitchen has
become a cathedral,
an ashram.

After dinner,
I walk around satiated, elevated,
knowing something
holy is inside me.

Comments about Holy Basil by Sonny Rainshine

  • (5/13/2006 9:14:00 AM)

    Thanks, Sandra. I'm envious, though, because it's been many years since I've had strawberry-rhubarb pie. You recently enjoyed a real one-better than any versified one any time! I appreciate your comments and am glad you enjoyed the poem. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/13/2006 6:53:00 AM)

    Isn't synchronicity an amazing thing? I recently had my first piece of strawberry rhubbarb pie a friend had brought me-yes, indeed: Holy Pie! Holy Pesto!
    Holy Kitchen! I absolutely love the concept of this poem- Wonderful!

    Thanks, Bill.

    Sandra, laughing with her mouth full
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 13, 2006

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 13, 2006

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