it doesn't have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don't try
to make them elaborate, this isn't
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
soaking beans overnight gives me this moment,
this steeping in gratitude that holds an inexplainable self-caring,
a nourishing, it's something that is taking priority over the noise
& delicately interrupts, in the most gentle way, my life.
it is a type of praying for me.
it also makes a really good soup.
see you in the kitchenxxx