Nirvana On The Kitchen Sink Poem by The Muse

I close my eyes and I can see
A world of food waiting for me
The water gurgles
I sense the sea
The salty smells pervade me

Tears fill my eyes
As the onions are sliced neatly
I close them to meditate
How things could have been done differently

The spices awaken my tastebuds
My eyes light up at the smart
Is that a pie or is it a tart?
Who gives a bloody fart?

I blink them tears
As I do the dishes
The miracle is an ever full sink
Yet another dish even as I wink

The day is done
I wipe it clean
A fresh slate to broil or bake
Nirvana on my kitchen sink

I sit cross-legged on the platform
The house is quiet
The pain is gone
I am ready for the long nights alone