Spaghetti: A Love Poem

so I’m feeling down tonight
not for any good reason
and for every good reason –
war global warming North Korea
sad sea turtles and polar bears

but then I think of spaghetti
so you fix me a fine plate of it
with a crystal glass of Chianti
and I am all of sudden happy
for rich red sauce

is dripping down my chin
and I’ve forgotten bears and turtles and war
because sunset is haloing your face
across the table from me
in the most miraculous way

like the angel in that stained glass window
back when I used to go to Mass and knew
that me and you and bears and turtles
and even that Korean guy –
every last one of us is holy