Day 251: Writings in the Kitchen

"Close your eyes", I said and imagine as I talk to you. Imagine the night sky as you stand on the roof, the stars that fill the sky and a shooting star somewhere. You are sure this one is real because it doesn't flicker like a plane. You can hear the rustling of the winds, you can hear the quiet nature of the space that surrounds you. As we stand there silence speaks in volume sometimes, as you feel the wind graze your hands just a bit. It maybe a cold night, but it still feels warm, in a company, it still feels perfect as you find the rustling leaves that fall to the ground. You follow them home as you walk slowly into the night. The swing set with a broken piece bothers you as you try to fix it, you wonder quietly still staring into the night sky.

Writings in the Kitchen
They will tell you stories that may be too simple to write
They are like making tea, or even filling a room with a smile
They maybe like singing without reason this night
About dancing in the kitchen, without knowing how or why

These moments of pure whimsy if you may
You wonder if they are temporary or here to stay
We are painting pictures on sides of this day
We are adding on thoughts to things that are yet to be said

These writings in the kitchen, you might wonder why
Why creativity comes from inspirations sublime
They often don't write for you, they often come and go
So I capture them in the only possible way I know

These writings in the kitchen, come from simple places
They are unhinged in our mind, and in some empty spaces
They are about flights of imagination in leaps & bounds
About reading of minds and yet not knowing how

Come as you may, come share, moments that stay
Come with warm hugs and even if you can't dance, just sway.