Monday, September 17, 2012

The Golden Thread

It's in the middle of washing that hundredth dish,
fingers pulled tight and wrinkly,
water rushing warm and full
It is then that I catch the joy

It hangs in the air
moist and heavy

You're busy at the stove
swirling riotous color and pattern
upon your chosen canvas
while beads of sweat hug your brow

I watch you at a slant
wanting to catch you unfettered
to see you wholly absorbed
making a life rather than a living

These moments, ripe with rhythm
they hem us in, behind and before
silently threading a golden margin
along our frayed edges

At one point, between tasks
you slide up behind me
and suddenly arms and spoons and curry
they circle me

Your lips find my neck
and you whisper love down my back
You tell me how you are full to bursting
and my face rises in laughter

We are cooking more than dinner
you and I

It will be the stringing of days like this
one upon the other
that will make us round and full
and replete

For this meal
with its swirl of time and place
it warms ones belly
deep and wide




16 comments:

  1. Oh my, this is glorious writing Holly. What a gift you have with words. You painted such a warm picture of love and family. Just lovely.

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  2. I am blushing with love for your words and the glorious glimpses of your heart at home.Beauty, friend, beauty from the first to the last, can't wait for the more from you, Holly.

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  3. Thank you, sweet Elizabeth.

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  4. Wow! That's all I can say. I could feel your words Holly. Wow!

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  5. I love those moments, too, when I catch him "making a life rather than a living."
    Both might be necessary, but only one is certain to catch that joy you speak of.
    You sing the song of marriage well, Holly.

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  6. A beautiful confirmation that love truly is the spice of life.

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  7. Oh.Oh - gorgeous, gorgeous. Thank you, thank you.

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  8. This one is going on my 50 page doc of things I want to savor and read again.

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  9. 50 Page document! Yikes! That's a lot to read, friend.

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  10. Uh-huh. I'm thinkin' I need to divvy it up into more bite-sized chunks. Trouble is, I see so much that's worth savoring!

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