The word: Blessed
Sohail and his wife own Taj Majal in downtown Boise, which makes pretty amazing Indian food. I came in one chilly evening to carry out an armful of takeout, and he gave me a comfortable chair and a warm cup of anis-cinnamon-cardamom tea.
The Stranger: Sohail
His word: Blessed
The poem I wrote:
Walking in the hills I saw a man with leaves of lettuce falling
from his pocket. What is he doing? I thought, then I saw him
leave it inside a rabbit hole. He said: “We are blessed to live
so close to the skittish foxes and the deer who stretch out
on the lawn next door, and the close-watching rabbits. What
a blessing to help them through the winter.” Yes, a blessing
to give food to any animal who needs it, a blessing to grow
lettuce or mix the spices that become tea. A blessing to greet
strangers and feed them lentils, warm milk, or just poetry.
The Challenge: Do you have a poem in you on this word? Write one here.