for now
my work is here
within the walls
of a country bungalow
there is meter
rhythm and rhyme
in the folding of a towel
the stirring of thick purées
music born
in the drip, drip, drip
of fresh coffee
dance of cinnamon
finding release
in the rising of sweet bread
there are those
who work
to make their house a home
while here
I am busy
crafting from house a poem
Joining with many at Tweetspeak Poetry celebrating poetry at work day
