I first read this poem by Donald Hall many years ago. If I recall correctly (fat chance), the image of the light in the kitchen inspired a poem of my own. It has been eons since I attempted to compose any type of writing piece that wasn't a grant proposal, so let's agree to keep that little gem tucked away. Anyway, I just love this short poem. Simple, perfect, and a poetic reminder that seemingly everyday moments are some of the most beautiful.
Summer Kitchen
Donald Hall
In June's high light she stood at the sink
With a glass of wine,
And listened for the bobolink,
And crushed garlic in late sunshine.
I watched her cooking, from my chair.
She pressed her lips
Together, reached for kitchenware,
And tasted sauce from her fingertips.
"It's ready now. Come on," she said.
"You light the candle."
We ate, and talked, and went to bed,
And slept. It was a miracle.
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