Small and delicate pasta
in a ceramic bowl
Subtle, but comforting flavour
But more...
-
Since HG Wells wrote The Time Machine
Man has been obssessed with time travel
With every decade since the books's release
There has been new theories, and ideas
About the possibility and impossibility
of breaking down the walls of time and space
The fabric of reality
Bending the laws of physics
To attain command over time
So many scientists
So many more (seemingly) intelligent than me
Have tried and failed to conquer time
Without stopping to realise
A simple, effective and inexpensive way
To enter into the unknown, to say to hell with physics
To help with the laws of reality, time, space and everything
To take a trip back in time
Sits in a bowl
A ceramic bowl with chicken stock and dainty pasta
That's all I need to travel in time
The physical part is not important
I travel in my mind, heart, and soul
My emotional self is back there
The moment that soothing aroma hits my olfactory nerves
The moment that subtle taste coats my tongue
The moment I chew and swallow
I am there
In your house, your kitchen, your dining room
I can see
Everything so clearly, so vividly
A cruel twist though
I can't touch, can't reach out and hug
There's always a cruel twist or catch
To time travel
Whether using the Delorean, TARDIS or a bowl of pastina
There are rules
You need to follow
That I need to follow
each time
I can't interact or change anything
I can only observe and experience
Then
When the bowl is empty
I'm back in the present
and you're not
But the memories
remain.
*
Thanks for reading!
Author's Note: I had this in my drafts as a potential for the Ode to Ordinary challenge, but never went through with it. I wanted to showcase how something so plain and ordinary can have such a significant impact through nostalgia and its emotional connections. And wanted to take it in a different direction than normal and bring in the sci-fi element.
My late, great Nonna used to cook humble, but amazing and tasty Italian food. One of the best things she ever made was pastina (small pasta) with chicken stock cubes. Every time I make it at home, I'm taken right back to her house. So this is inspired by her and the food.
Hope you enjoy it!
Some other things you might enjoy, include:
You can also check out the rest of my work here.
About the Creator
Paul Stewart
Award-Winning Writer, Poet, Scottish-Italian, Subversive.
The Accidental Poet - Poetry Collection out now!
Streams and Scratches in My Mind coming soon!
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.