Soup Thrown Together

The planets and the stars
As shown in a crock pot
With potato and leeks,
Crab and white fish,

A dash of pepper
For some mysterious
Spice to confuse the senses.
O, to imagine the first

Real flavor passing
Over the tongue,
How it mixes with everything
In the stomach.

Bought that day,
The bags still holding the shape
Of all the ingredients,
The long shadows,
The empty oven mitt.