Enchiladas

I made an enchilada
casserole last night.
I may have made

some kind of enchiladas

a thousand times. 

No recipe, it’s in my head;
layers of pork and chiles,
onions and herbs,
tortillas and cheese.

Layers that live there
on top of the details
about dinosaurs
and California
and distant wars

that I shared playing
Jeopardy on Zoom
with my office mates
the night before.
Hope I didn’t bore them
-much.

When the enchiladas
were on the table
and the candles were lit,
we said a prayer
of gratitude

-for the love we shared
that day and every day,
for the kitten now in our lives,
for the departure of the toxins
from our skies.

We prayed that the toxins
in our national atmosphere
would depart as well.
Then we ate the enchiladas
and they were good.