August 2nd, 2009

On the kitchen counter is a little temple
of canned tuna, actually albacore.
I see it now, two weeks since my trip to Costco.

Some peanut shells are hiding behind
an overripe banana, a lemon and two apples.
The fruit bowl, once full, now has come to this.

The high shelf challenges me
so piles of dishes clutter the counter.
This is true. I confess. It seems to be

a metaphor for my lack of order.
A yearning for a sense of caring,
a need to bring peace into my life.

© May 6, 2009