The Liquid and the Creature

On a subtle outline of absence
Is a pale comparison
Contrasting her youth, her beauty
Her foreign delicacies
And domestic pleasures
She carries a covered pot of steam
And a glowing liquid
To a sleeping creature
Who lives quietly on the other side
As she crosses the divide
On a trail to another time
She stumbles and spills the meal
Of the sleeping creature
Fearing it will awake
And find the evidence of her error
She buries the pot at its feet
Then she kneels
Then she prays
Then she crosses back in time
To the other side