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The Poetry of Everyday

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Finding myself all around the making of a Spaghetti Bolognese, the kitchen a total full-life mess, I am reminded of a poem I wrote. And so, while the onions carmelize real deep and sweet and the oregano, garlic, carrots, celery, tomatoes and meat, wait with wine, I will share it with you, Dear Readers.

this everyday

dishes piled high,
resting all day
in a dirty stainless pit.
coffee grinds and carrot peelings
mixing with oil, soap, water.
small mountain of life.
still,
it is time to chop.
wooden block.
to cleave straight
to the heart,
seeking balm within.
one stroke.
smooth cool skin,
bright flesh,
firm and fresh,
transformed
with heat,
and attention.
cinnamon, cardamom, clove.
slender green stalks
cut off
from tough gray roots.
one stroke.
tender, budding shoots
nestled together,
conforming to meet
within the circle
of a bamboo basket.
steaming heat.

Painting by Laurie Justus Pace

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