There is No Hurry
I pour tomatoes and chop sweet onion,
snip parsley frills and crush some basil,
dash salt, sprinkle sugar.
I race against the clock.
A tasty sauce takes time to simmer,
but hungry stomachs will arrive at six.
I rattle glasses, bang the stainless,
wash and wipe.
Outside a silver needle threads its way across the sky,
straight and slow.
Autumn swirls its colors in the breeze.
Time crunches underfoot.
A hawk soars in circles high over khaki’d corn.
It’s in no hurry.
A cardinal perches on the clothesline T.
A one-eyed black cat glances my way,
then saunters toward the field’s edge.
I lay down my sponge and adjust my focus
to squeeze the juice of this one moment
while my eyes can see.
There is no hurry.
In the stillness,
Joining a Circle of Faith blog hop with some photography and writing friends
on the theme “Seasonal Goodness.”
See their posts below.
An edited repost