The Feast of Subtleties

"I'm done."

There's such a thing as surfeit
Of entremets, of enough
Incredible processions,
Edible simulations
Of castles, boats, Melusine,
Bird knights in pastry armor,
Surprises sweet and bizarre.

Delight in the in-between
Of unannounced confections
Betwixt meat and potatoes
Can reach an extreme. I love
That we've been here and nowhere
All at once, all these years, but
Now we need time to digest.