Ode to Salt

...Preserver
of the ancient
holds of ships,
discoverer
on
the high seas,
earliest
sailor
of the unknown, shifting
byways of the foam.

Dust of the sea, in you
the tongue receives a kiss
from ocean night:
taste imparts to every seasoned
dish your ocean essence;
the smallest,
miniature
wave from the saltcellar
reveals to us
more than domestic whiteness;
in it, we taste infinitude.

- Pablo Neruda

This blip is dedicated to Elle, giver of my salt spoons and this sweet salt cellar and spoon. Thank you, thank you. (or.. Tank you, tank you.) An unexpected gift, very well received. I love it.

A taste of his ode to salt.