Wires

wheel
to front door
out the cave
to bayou sky
layers of clouds 
each 
at own pace
interlace
separate
diffuse
get infused
with pink light
blue
entranced
we watch
need this chance
to emerge
feel breeze
hear 
cicadas
children tease
cats
sneak to peek
before return
roll
not tired
never noticed
the many wires.

Cook

coriander,
cumin,
​curry browns:
wait til
onions-garlic
simmer down,
soften
to combine,
conflate,
wait
til odor's aloft
morph
into sauce
add salt
heart's
right,
umami's
outa sight,
coupling
of prayer,
and aware…
spiced yum
with rice
packed nice
to carry
delight,
deliver
aligned,
on time…



​

block party downpour

when rain
arrives
it's a shimmer,
a looking
down Dorgenois
and seeing wet
walking 
steaming 
gray-walling up
the way,
no moment later
being inside
showered grey
it's an umbrellaed
neighbor
walking us 
to doors
a hot grill covered down
cookie covers closed
a child running 
arms wide
joy wider
its an uncle
worried for elders' health
it's a welcome pause
armchair retreat
with feet 
up to replenish
knowing
that community
is good
over hot coffee
a cat curled
it's a re-emerging
out onto into the wet
oak drip street
where the beat
comes back
the heart heartier
thanks deeper
grills open; 
good food floods
the tables
it's a downpour
of grace,
rainless space
for the rest of the day
to allow
an outpouring,
​intaking of Word,
of Life, of Love.