for Katherine Moennig
I used to think of toaster ovens
As practical things, a way of making bread
Warm and crisp, heating frozen pizza,
Recreating an unfinished meal when
The microwave was on the fritz. No more.
The transformation they call to mind
Now still contains heat and crispness, still
Takes the frozen unfinished thing, warmly
Embracing it, making it not only nourishing
But more desirable. Heat enhances flavor,
Teases the tongue, tells us it is time
To gather around a table, light candles,
Uncork and pour the wine. Heat reminds us
Who we are and what we hold most dear,
Especially when we thought we knew, and didn’t.