Pasta

It all starts with
Water,
Calm,
Placid,
Serene,
Peaceful,
Still.

One bubble rises,
Pops,
Falls,
Disruption.

Behold, a frothy sea
Of excitement
As the pasta,
Stiff-necked and stubborn,
Falls into heat and relaxation.
A dance.

Smooth entanglement,
Dancing,
Clinging,
Singing
With the sighing
Of the steam.
Al Dente

CRASH!
Water escapes
Into the retreat
Of the sacred space
The sink.

It ends with pasta,
Warm,
Relaxed,
Quiet,
Still,
Covered
By warm red sauce
And chunks of meat.
Delicious.