Shanti

Glasses cover the table, as a remnant of our delayed Thanksgiving meal.  The Californian uncle catches up through Skype.  Eight pies at different levels of consumption, they line the buffet. Stocking-ed feet curl up on the couch, getting comfy for a picture book.  Spinach puffs are just out of the oven and they descend, my eternally hungry family.  For as long as I can remember, the kitchen has been our favorite hang-out place, and today the voices drift from it as usual.  I introduce a cousin to MGMT's Electric Feel.  She introduces me an a cappella Disney medley.  Wrinkled hands hold a camera out for a grandson to see. 

This peace, it surpasses all my comprehension and fills me up to the fullest.