Family
And a large ***
Of steaming soup.
Like witches,
We gather and stir -
The foam almost overflows
In the heat.

The sharp crack
Of cans opening.
We sit, the hopeful product
Of the recipe
Enhancing our bonds.
Laughter and talk
Saturates the air.

I throw on the airlock,
And we part,
Anticipating
The next brew.