Thursday, July 17, 2008

The Kitchen of my Life

Coming into the kitchen of my life,
sun streaming through,
all the dear objects, the sink,
counter, table, refrigerator,
the dishes neatly stacked on shelves.
All things waiting for me, like
an orchestra, all tuned and
ready to play.
This room, the first one built,
when the house was just a dream,
a tent in the yard, and my heart
full of hope.
Like a dream I come into it now
to make my morning coffee,
like coming back after a long time away.
Standing there, light streaming,
have I died,
and is this heaven?

Gail 7/17/08