Basix by Staub Enameled Cast Iron Cookware

I want to remember this afternoon.
Pizza dough rising, bread in the oven,
Warm sunlight pouring through the windows
to flow across the woodwork and make
such a simple thing beautiful.

I want to remember this afternoon.
Dough under my fingernails,
A comfy spot on my couch,
Typing away without a care in the world.
Content.

I want to remember this afternoon.
Not rushed, not hectic, just flowing.
Quiet. Comfortable. Silent, except
for the faint sound of purring and
Mabel's soft snores.

I want to remember this afternoon.
Nothing pressing, everything done.
Laundry folded. The smell of baking bread
wafting through the house.
Anticipation.

I want to remember this afternoon
when other afternoons aren't as lovely,
are more stressful, are less harmonious
with the general arc of the world.
When chaos reigns.

I want to remember this afternoon,
because it was perfect, a tiny slice
of time that seemed to go on forever
and I was in the middle of it,
Relaxed.



copyright 2009 Jennifer St. Clair