I hear sounds in the kitchen —
chopping sounds
that I have heard before
on any occasions.


Usually I’m consulted —
apparently I’ll not be
this time.


I’ve been open to surprises
and I’ll be so once again.
I’ll not be disappointed.


This old life in my recliner
won’t go on forever
and I’m aware there will come a day
when I’ll no longer listen
or it will be quiet in the kitchen.


But in the meantime
my salivary glands are telling me
to pay my wandering mind no heed.

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