The Simple Meal It's always the simplest Lentils, rice The aroma of frying onions Garlic, sliced not too thinly, Ginger for that surprise on the tongue. It's not for dates Its for company That are comfortable With sitting in their truth, Onions frying to remind them of homes Garlic to deepen the thoughts, Generous ladles. Some people flood their bowls, Others just like to wet the rice, Or have a different taste to Accompany the fried fish, white hot Inside and brown crisped turmeric And soysauce bronze. The heat of the fish takes away The spice of the chicken curry, Rich in coconut milk and chillies, And the roast aubergine in bananaleaf, Simply flavoured With red onion pickle. And the bright greens Of pak choi or even, if it's in Water convulvulus, Tempered with prawn paste And fermented chillies, And dried fish flaked on top Giving that mouthful An unexpected welcome sting of salt. Enjoyed silently, seriously, on every Kitchen mat, eaten with right handed fingers. It's only a simple meal, Everyone has it, don't they?