Tuesday, February 5, 2008

Day 5 anna kiss

super fantastic huge-ass tuesday

I stroke the pots,
scrub the ladle,
watch the shine
the hot water swirl
white with suds

it is a meditation-
the ceaseless

quietude lurks in
the rush of water
and the heat
steamed up the kitchen

there is space enough
for hiding
within the fog
of domesticity
where I needn’t bother
being anyone
to anyone

I can drift
and stand
and pretend
for a moment
that I am elsewhere.

1 comment:

ksaint said...

My favorite line "I needn't bother being anyone to anyone". Yes, I do understand how lovely to feel that.