A Rainy-Day Reverie
in My Pacific-Northwestern Kitchen
by Debora Rorvig
It's mid July and raining... so
I open the kitchen window wide
to smell the grass and spruce
and inhale the bouquet of life.
Through the drizzle on my window panes
I pause to watch the tiny wrens
bathing on massive evergreen boughs...
and marvel at Your handiwork,
God of all things great and small.
I'm stirring up a batch of jam-
the kitchen is a sweet melange of raspberries
all stirred together on the rainy breeze with
wet grass and Douglas fir.
Stevie Nicks is singing
on the radio.
I hum along,
tapping my $1.99
pink flip flops
I've never fully understood
I can relate.
My faded jeans are
berry stained and sugar coated
from repeatedly wiping my my hands on them.
I guess I forgot to wear that apron
I got for Christmas;
but it's O.K.
The berry stains may not come out
but I don't mind.
They'll remind me of a pleasant day
and kitchen chores enjoyed.
Even Koda's happy today
lying there on the rug,
contentedly gnawing on her bone
while calico Posie-cat
naps in the easy chair.
and it's Just So Good to be here now...
I am very thankful.