the kitchen window
which is not the same as the kitchen sink
because that would mean everything,
and this is just a window.
and just now, there is too much everything,
i want clear blue sky and calm cool morning.
but it’s autumn and the colors are raucous
and speaking of raucous,
i’m missing those crazy-loud geese parties
down at the swamp
that aren’t happening this year
because there’s no swamp.
and i’m not writing because there are no words.
so i wait.
and winter will come and i will miss all this color
and wish for things I don’t have
the same way as today
and that bird in the tree,
that bluejay who spends his days
as a beautiful bully
and the monkshood just starting to bloom,
in amidst all the kisses that need cutting down
and this could all be metaphor
for so many things,
but it’s not, it’s all true,
this tiny kitchen in
this tiny house
this tiny life