Staring at me the large white rectangular box
Croons flawlessly a pleasant melody
As beautiful as the morning praises from the bird
Outside my bedroom window
The soothing hum from the large white rectangular box
Gives rest to my spirit and relief to my mind
A creaking door opens
The flushing toilet blares
The hardwood floors echo the sliding
Movement of bedroom slippers
My son wants to know “mom what’s for breakfast”
The hypnotic humming stops
A perfect repository of delectable edibles
I open the doors to the large white rectangular box
Filled with the morning breakfast, afternoon lunch and evening dinner
A new rhythm will be made for the rest of the day
I will have to wait until dawn to hear the sweet whisper again
Coming from the large white rectangular box
That stares back at me in my kitchen

Desta

“Writing is a potion of devotion, magical, mysterious and mighty” Desta

"Love is like the sea. It's a moving thing, but still and all, it takes its shape from the shore it meets, and it's different with every shore. ”
Zora Neale Hurston