Morning sounds
Great thunder
Waterfalls spouting from worn out washers above misused kitchen sinks
Clank of wooden spoons against metal pots
Creation of nonstick peace
Grates in my ears
Blades chop mind and vegetables — tap, clunk, tap, clunk
Harsh stirring overspills
Residue sizzling on fired rings
Scorched, slightly charred
That life carved out
Intent
