Monday, February 21, 2011

The Kitchen Dance

         By Lisa for Robin
We step-ball-chain
around each corner
exchanging positions
swishing and swaying
sashaying to
music, that no one hears
but us.
We don’t care.
The beat drives us
through the perfect motions
tension and ease
necessary grooves
spices, flavors with wine
into a meal
fit for only the blessed
prepared by hands
and souls
linked in the harmonious
joy of the
kitchen dance.

1 comment:

  1. This poem goes with the picture at the top of the blog.