GloPoWriMo: Day 10



Apples simmer on the stove
Fuji, gala, Granny Smith.
Water hisses in the kettle–
for coffee,
Mexican organic free trade
smelling of chocolate, wine, and tangerine
when I grind the beans

Bread turns to toast
on the top rack
of the oven
under the broiler

I think of poem titles
that all have to do
with limes

A cello picks up
the theme
in a fugue
in a Haydn quartet
on a CD
in the living room

My boyfriend
bustles into the kitchen
with a joke
about an imaginary
we invented thirty-five
years ago. (She hasn’t aged.)

From the top branch
of the mesquite
a house finch

A spiny lizard stretches
across the top of the fence
reaching towards a slice
of sunlight.

Before the toast
burns, onions
sizzle in olive oil
in the sauce pan,
waiting to become
the inside of an omelette.

In the moment
just before the water boils–

no bird song
no sizzle
no hiss
no cello

no thought of poems–

Will you come with me,
into the quiet moment
in between
the bustle?

Daily Prompt: “Write a poem of simultaneity – in which multiple things are happening at once,” from the Na/GloPoWriMo site.

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