D’s Bones

Good sex,
and oatmeal
in the morning.
Once I offered
this truth as a quilt
patch, a blessing
for my Zen teacher,
who was getting married.
Her husband proved
to be alcoholic,
and the marriage
soon ended.
Years later,
my bowl
of oatmeal
remains
a comfort,
but a hug
surely would
improve its
taste.