kitchen poetry
I run the knife under hot water,
wrap it in a patterned
tea-towel &place it in the drawer.
Beside the kettle is a tiny
jumping spider
but it does not twitch. I imagine
the way its many-chambered eyes
must have tracked my clumsy movements
as I prepared vegetables
for an omelette. Even if the meal isn’t poetry
doing something this simple
could be, and so I hope to make you smile
when you come home.
- Ashley Capes 2010
