Chewing Slowly
Chewing slowly,
Only after I’d eaten
My grandmother,
Mother,
Son-in-law,
Two brothers-in-law,
And father-in-law
(His big family included)
In that order,
And had for dessert
The town’s inhabitants,
Did I find, says Kabir,
The beloved that I’ve become
One with.
Kabir with a disciple.
turbidus 
… Is this poem about what I think it is about? :O
seems likely 😀
Hmmm, makes me think of all sorts of possibilities. Literally? Metaphorically? Never so many nuances to “become One with”???? I’m a foodie, but this might be pushing it:)
Oh, Judith, you always brighten up my day!