Bai gkaprow. <br />Its Thai name is difficult to pronounce, <br />the way something sacred should be. <br />Like most herbs, <br />we’re told, <br />it grows better in poor soil; <br />blessed are the poor. <br /> <br />I sprinkle some, <br />like holy-water, <br />on a strawberry-rhubarb pie <br />a saintly neighbor has left for me <br />and place it in the oven, <br />. <br />Instantly inebriated <br />with the abrupt <br />fragrance of divinity, <br />thick with incense and heat, <br />my kitchen has <br />become a cathedral, <br />an ashram. <br /> <br />After dinner, <br />I walk around satiated, elevated, <br />knowing something <br />holy is inside me.<br /><br />Sonny Rainshine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holy-basil/
