|The Meal, 1891, by Paul Gauguin|
Our stomachs pang for nutrition;
Our muscles, skin and bones, proper sustenance.
Our tongues want for the succulent flavours;
Our noses, the decadent aromas.
Our eyes search for the vibrant colours,
Our fingers, the variants of texture.
No matter how bountiful the harvest, however,
There is nothing more nourishing than the company
of beloved family and friends.