First Supper (New American)

Science teaches us

unlike this placemat,

earth is round.

Tonight we explore

space and time

in tiny bites.

Disbelief is suspended

as friends gather

and evidence mounts.

All of us

once left somewhere

to come here.

If not you,

surely your ancestors.

Outsiders they came.

Spices from faraway

carrying grandmother’s scent

float and fill our kitchen.

We are reminded again:

people are people.

Food is love.