The Many Views From My Kitchen Windows
1. Kitchen Windows
So many kitchen windows face the wood
of fence as barriers against the world
where years of vine have grown over the gnarled
and broken lumber where the city stood.
With window open I could hear sirens
while boiling bones to make a broth for soup.
I hear some voices argue on the loop
while bananas on the counter ripens.
Or views of many trees who lost their leaves
while brewing coffee early in the fall
or serving breakfast while the sleepy rise.
To ponder food under the shadowed eaves,
so with a little planning feed us all,
under the window holding cloudless skies.
2. In Every Home
How many kitchen windows I have seen
a sunrise over breakfast as I cook
to stop my chores at sunset with a look
and ponder past from window when I clean.
When not at work I live here by window
to either feed my children daily meal
or gather carrots, potatoes to peel
from morning till I fall upon pillow.
Currently I see my neighbors backyard,
Small patch of garden where they try their luck.
Pail where kneeling children roughly pull weeds.
Where once I stood to bake and keep on guard
to watch toddler move a play dump truck
a place to dream while fulfilling our needs.
3. Weathered Storms
Or views from Rose with mountains on our side
a view that inspired many haiku
with rabbits, quail, and children in the stew
to wash the dishes on a mountain side.
The years of “Roughing It” through steamed window.
Through the pregnancy of our youngest son
who weathered storms that made the wildlife run
a small family already in tow.
Or when the window over looked the slide
with force that covered half the valley floor.
Sometimes you stop to stand or sit and stare.
To think behind this window I have cried
so many memories on shelf in store
to collect as litany and prayer.
4. Some Peace
My favorite by far are of yards
where as I cook I watch the children play
a safe place where my spirits often lay
where action figures sit and play as guards.
To stare out over my dog as she naps
under the shade of giant ancient oak
I place dried beans in water to soak
and ponder when to bring the pets their scraps.
I really only want one thing in life
these moments when I find some peace in work
with all my senses working overtime.
As I cut fruit with freshly sharpened knife
and hand out snacks as if I am store clerk
I gently rub a roast with fresh grown Thyme.