To a Wanderer                                                   

            Forget about commandments
            When you’re coming down the mountain
            I’ll have a loaf at hand
            And salted fish
            Delicately seared in olive oil
            With onions on the side
            Tomatoes too, if they’re in season
            And are ripe
            You’ll tell me of the wilderness
            As you tend your wounded feet
            But most of all about the scales –
            How and when they fell, what you beheld
            Alone and unafraid


            Emanuel E. García, Leaf Thoughts, One Hundred Poems2013