Kitchen Dance
February 9, 2014 § Leave a comment
hot air spirals upward
toward haligen lights
a spinning, circling
steam of buttery garlic
and charred tomatoes
shines heavenly, a spotlight
framing four popping pans
of grease and glitter
that sing a bubble melody
of syncopated sizzle
circling and bouncing
across the very atmosphere
of that silvery room
then a punctuated ring
ends the glistening dance
a stir, a pinch, a lick, a whisk
three, two, one
and dinner is served
Sunday Morning Kitchen
February 3, 2014 § Leave a comment
it’s a blinding light cast
across the wooden floor
sending a sky full of dancing dust
upward and spinning
it’s a cup of black warmth and steam
between my palms
with some cinnamon because
my dad always makes it that way
it’s a soft paper floating
from hand-to-hand
dancing around the table
so everyone can catch-up on the news
it’s the refrigerator’s gentle hum
a heated stove-top whistling
a gurgle from the dishwasher
a beautiful appliance symphony
it’s a proud glass window
with fingerprints illuminated
showing off the outside landscape
shining light on our eggs
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