The thing in the cucumber salad may well have been Jesus,
but he didn’t admit it.
“I am not the almighty, my son,”
the bearded face said, “but I may still have some wisdom to impart.”

“Can you tell the future?” I asked.
“Oh,” laughed the face, “I don’t think you want any of my opinions on what is yet to come.
He looked at me and winked. “Do you?”
“Depends on what you’ve got to say,” I admitted. “So spill.”
“I see Six Splendid Horsemen,” the Salad intoned,
“and you will be helpless before their power, unless you eat your greens.”
“Of which you are one?”
“I’m the only one in sight, baby,” Jesus replied.
I shrugged and got to eating my cucumber salad.

It may not have been good,
but it did feel blessed.