111 Readings | 0 Ratings


This little scoop, this steel cupped hand, lifts soup
To hungry mouth, stirs spice in broth, and blends
The honey in the tea. It measures soap
And oil, medicine and meal, extends
The reach of arm and hand. This spoon might whirl
Ingredients to make them one, but we
Can stop the stir, can note refraction’s pearl
In glass of water, sip its imagery.
Posted 03/16/14
from Wildfire, Candleflame (Rose Alley Press, 2005)
Comments (0)
Would you like to leave a comment on this profile? Join Ink Node for a free account, or sign in if you are already a member.