CALL ME BELOVED

snow shouldn’t have been unexpected
but the neighborhood was beautiful this morning.
eight o’clock I spent watching people out the window,
and the day unfolded in a simple joy.
I sat and ate the fruits of our labor, ginger cookies
and curry that filled the apartment with aroma –
it’s a very human impulse, isn’t it, taking satisfaction
in what we can create with our own hands,
the quintessential act of feeding ourselves lost somehow
and I’m regaining it, and a piece of myself in the process.