Graduating From School

Graduating From School

She has been a brave warrior through University
battling to the Ph.D. post, life defined abstractly
with notes at her feats, awards, but no, no love notes
or pot roast with her mother’s paprika to share. What
she wonders, does a person of more studied tastes do
to make a love stew by the book,
like a noted cook

There is the analysis, and the
intellectual conjuring of the meaning of life
in the abstract; there’s

listing of the relevant literature, but yet
there is the craving for an intimacy
with a fellow who is mellow
and puts down the books to
meditate as if Love were
something not to extract or arrange
from an elegant Nobel Prize paper, but
something more subtle than a
salacious splash in the upper strata news. There is
an honesty of being where
the cravings make a recipe for a meal that
both can chop and cook together.

She has been a brave warrior through University
battling to the Ph.D. post, and now
she has conjured new ingredients and
the post-Doc is coming to dinner. Eureka!
Love is cooking.

— Douglas Gilbert