I shuffle in. The kitchen’s still
The floor is mine, all mine
I lace my apron with a frill
The light’s come on: Showtime.
My body starts to tic and tingle
– sensing what the hour brings
A delectable and fluid mingle
With vegetables and other things.
It starts off with a gentle pull,
A balance on one leg
One, Two step (heedless of rule)
A tap, a crack, an egg.
A flick of the wrist, a swish of the arm
The breath, quicker yet steady
A hip shake, oblivious of its charm
This sequence: done and ready.
Now up the passion, up the heat
Fire up and flow!
What’s that – rhythmic, tapping feet?
The neighbours smell – and know.
The elbow spins, the spoon it swirls
It’s noticeably synchronous!
Aromas loop, as body twirls
Back in my place of blissfulness.