poem for another rainy sunday morning, and a sunday dinner

a ship, an isle, a sickle moon

a ship, an isle, a sickle moon -

with few but with how splendid stars

the mirrors of the sea are strewn

between their silver bars!

an isle beside an isle she lay,

the pale ship anchored in the bay,

while in the young moon's port of gold

a star-ship--as the mirrors told--

put forth its great and lonely light

to the unreflecting ocean, night.

and still, a ship upon her seas,

the isle and the island cypresses

went sailing on without the gale:

and still there moved the moon so pale,

a crescent ship without a sail.

by

james elroy flecker 

collected poems, 1916

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chanda made dinner for us this evening. she braised some chicken thighs with carrots and greens from the fresh food box and the green market.

 washing the farm fresh carrots . . (extra sweet and crunchy) . .

 dicing the fingerling potatoes . .

 browning the thighs . .

 after everything was in the pan she covered it and let it cook for about thirty minutes.

i really enjoy eating a home cooked meal that i didn't make.