What To Do the First Morning the Sun Comes Back

by Roseann Lloyd


Find a clean cloth for the kitchen table, the red and blue one
you made that cold winter in Montana. Spread out
your paper and books. Tune the radio to the jazz station.
Look at the bright orange safflowers you found last August—
how well they've held their color next to the black-spotted cat.

Make some egg coffee, in honor of all the people
above the Arctic Circle. Give thanks to the Sufis,
who figured out how to brew coffee
from the dark, bitter beans. Remark
on the joyfulness of your dishes: black and yellow stars.

Reminisce with your lover about the history of this kitchen
where, between bites of cashew stir fry,
you first kissed each other on the mouth. Now that you're hungry,
toast some leftover cornbread, spread it with real butter,
honey from bees that fed on basswood blossoms.

The window is frosted over, but the sun's casting an eye
over all the books. Open your Spanish book.
The season for sleeping is over.
The pots and pans: quiet now, let them be.

It will be a short day.
Sit in the kitchen as long as you can, reading and writing.
At sundown, rub a smidgen of butter
on the western windowsill
to ask the sun:
Come back again tomorrow.

please note: painting(considered "outsider art") by Frankie Scarborough

Comments

  1. Dearest Distracted,

    Happy New Year from California where I'm making my last little stand on the left coast of the land of the free and the home of the brave. Time is speeding up now.

    I wish you sunshine right where you reside.

    Amitiés,

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  2. Oh, that was lovely :-). Happy New Year dear Shiney :-).

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  3. I don't know why this post made me feel so good. Beautiful imagery. Happy New Year to you too!

    (Found my way here via Wandering Woman-I too love to wander! Lovely blog you've got here.)

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  4. Thank you all, and welcome, RD--"all who wander are not lost" :>)
    Thought this poem was a great way to start off a cold, snowy January here in the Midwest.

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