As we cook together
I ask my mother for a recipe
& everything she says is:
Grab with your fingertips
un poquito of this,
un poquito of that,
una cucharadita of
this and of that
no mas.

So, how much is un poquito, Ama?

Pues un poquito, mijo, you'll taste it
and you'll know when it is good,
she says, while flipping a sope
with one hand and stirring a pot
with her other hand.

And the recipe is not about the dish I wish to learn to cook.

It is about the trust in, and with, your body to know
when enough
is enough.