Peace (and quiet)
There is peace in this house
As I cook dinner in the silence
Reading to myself, I listen:
The stove murmurs to the rice
Vegetables wait for the chef’s knife
My stomach aspiring to be sated
There is more here than that
There is years of yearning
In passion & rage; grief & ecstasy
To be here, silently within myself
No longer angry with the invited guest
Who has left the home, yet entered the heart.
There is peace in this house
As I cook dinner in the silence
Reading to myself, I listen:
The stove murmurs to the rice
Vegetables wait for the chef’s knife
My stomach aspiring to be sated
There is more here than that
There is years of yearning
In passion & rage; grief & ecstasy
To be here, silently within myself
No longer angry with the invited guest
Who has left the home, yet entered the heart.
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