>tsch – tsch – tsch
Slowly our spoons dig trenches, form lowlands and mountains
and divide the cacao-brown porridge on our plates
into landscapes of phantasy – into good and bad – into yesterday and tomorrow.
Oat flakes, milk and cacao is the magic mixture.
It may look ugly but the color is striking and the taste as well – for us it’s heaven on earth.
We’re sitting there at the table in your kitchen – two little girls – and enjoy our break
coming from an afternoon of playing Monopoly, busy with selling and buying houses and streets,
absorbed in each others friendship and comforted by the taste of a plethora of cacao.
This bowl of oat flakes is our island, it feels like home in a life not that easy with both of our fathers drinking and it tastes of hope and of foreign countries to discover and of finding rest.
Maybe this is one of the reasons I love brown that much – in all shades. It’s a color that makes me feel at home – it reminds me of cacao and chocolate and soil – it soaks me with its depth, texture and peace and has no airs and graces but is willing to cover and carry and hug. And maybe this is the reason I can’t live without oat flakes. I’m often staying on business in nice hotels with huge breakfast buffets – but usually I grab the cook and ask for some oat flakes…
This is a Theme Thursday post – and the topic is the color brown