I might gurgle
caviar just before visiting
a pig, in a secret
of greed and wine.
Once I heard the wings
of a black bird and finished
my breakfast, a blanket
of basil roasted in garlic.
This is a way to leave
a sea of forest, rippling
green in the wind.
From pages 158-159 of The Raw and the Cooked: Adventures of a Roving Gourmand by Jim Harrison (Grove Press, 2001).