madrid

a poem I had forgotten from madrid...
this is about a hostel kitchen, the people were simly making dinner, actually not a whole lot of conversation going on...but i recorded what people cooked and whatnot and it seemed interesting

Communal Kitchen 20:45 Madrid Espana

The representatives gather
Displaying common
Instinctual
Individual…. Desires
Each assigned their place, their nation, their role
They stand… and dance
Cooking
Communally displaying their talents
A different language
Alien ingredients
A pinch of tengo
A dab of salsa
A teaspoon of polka

And we whirl around
The gestures impromptu
The colors
And smells
Of estrangement

What is my dance, my flag, my cuisine?
The French eat Italian -and become the EU
Americans eat tortillas and the Americas unite
Japanese eat European food and Eurasia is reborn

Continents come together in the kitchen
Communal dancing
Community of life.