Port in the Kitchen

PAD Challenge day 19: 

For today’s prompt, write a poem about a commonplace location.

From here I watch 

as seasons change 

the scenes that sweep the yard

and climb the hills 

to touch the sky 

(and heartstrings of a bard) 

I see the morning 

as it breaks 

through bars that cannot hold

(though walled with starry legions)

lakes of blush 

and gray and gold

From here, midst pots

and pans and sinks 

heaped high with post-meal ilk

Midst noise of

little girls and boys

and laughter-spills...and milk

From here I grasp at time

To twist to rhyme 

its glint and glance

Because nobody knows

how long until

It stills its dance 

The pendulum that

metes our days

no mortal eye can see

From here I sense
the subtle ways

of almost-history

While wiping crumbs from tables

and wrestling

with weight of word

Attempting

to snare from the air

The shape of Something Stirred

The stomping ground 

of Seasons

unleashes a soundless surge

It thunders in ears, fingertips

 as ink 

and murmur merge

From here,

While supper simmers

or while morning lights the lea

This corner of my kitchen

Is a port

for poetry

Janet Martin