Ordinary Acts of Alchemy

Ordinary Acts of Alchemy

Remember, my daughter,
Ripe tomatoes bursting themselves to seed
On the window’s ledge?
Bread rising in its hot oven belly,
Soup pot dancing a jig?

PMS crazed, we baked,
We fenced with wooden spoons,
The curved ram’s horns of our
Hips bumping in the narrow
Aisle of kitchen.

Our faces were full moons,
Spice dust crawled
Up the craters of our noses
To the waking center.
On our tongues, salt and sweet committed

Ordinary acts of alchemy.