Squished banana adornes the counter,
turning formica to quartz,
sparkling, innocence like the eyes of infants.
A vase is filled,
broccoli blooms buttery
and the cilantro bolts to corriander,
tiny white flowers like lace.
Stalks of swiss chard, their deep red veins
and ruffling green leaves stand supportive
at the bouquet’s back
and the mint waits to be noticed.
Headed for laundry, I pass through the kitchen,
wipe up the abandoned fruit
and wonder about the remaining scent unseen.
When my babies are grown, explorers in the wild world,
how will I see love?
the cut herbs and harvested vegetables
like an aura in the full kitchen.
When the empty bedrooms gape,
radical gratitude must be my first nature.
Then the absence will be as abundance,
the overflow of my blessing cup.
Once again a poem to delight the senses! I love the squished banana, buttery quartz, chard, the mint waiting to be noticed, the vase and kitchen scene. Yes, we are so busy and the days will be different in a short time. I like the radical gratitude and the “absence will be as abundance, the overflow of my blessing cup.” Wonderful ending for this piece. Nice work Amy!!! So thankful you are writing and sharing!!! Love and light to you friend…
Thank you, Cynthia. Practicing gratitude and seeing the blessings and abundance in the daily living. I appreciate your encouragement! Blessings to you, friend…