Having Sushi With You

Is even more fun than going to the zoo

Or feeding pandas bamboo

Partly because in the low light restaurant

Partly because of shiny leather booths, partly because of clinking glasses

Partly because of the ripping of wooden chopsticks

Partly because of the burning sensation in my stomach

It is hard to sit still while others are being served

As methodical as sushi is being prepared

In the kitchen in the back bustling with Asian men

Between flying plates and crackling oil

And the restlessness seems to rise with expectations, just inconvenient

You sit there twiddling your thumbs impatiently

I sit

Here and I try to recall what I ordered, wondering if I should have picked the       Honeymoon Roll

Except possibly I think I ordered the Mexican by mistake

Which will be a decision I will later regret

And the fact that I have ordered the wrong roll means I will return later to satisfy my craving

Just as I have the last few days

At a more convenient time

And what good does all this fretting create

When the sushi is nearly to be brought to us

Or for that matter consumed

As our hunger devours us

It seems that the wait has been worth it in the end

Which is not to say we ever thought it wouldn’t be