I use my half brain

I use my half brain

In concert

With my slow hand

Movements

A pinch of salt

A sprig of rosemary

I am become

A kitchen appliance

The kettle boils

The butter melts in the skillet

I glide between the oven

And a cupboard

The open drawer leaves its mark

On my back

There is no one

To blame

But my forgetfulness

Has a mind of its own

There is no one here

To take your place

My body moves

In recollection

Though strictly measured

By the spoonful

The kitchen is

A dance floor

If I could be on holiday

I would be happy

To be anywhere

Sliding into reverie

As easily

As stirring the pot

Gently breathing

The ambiance

Takes me back

Remembering

The past

Does not undermine

The now

When all is fragile

I feel the heat of you

Caressing my skin

It is sustenance

For my soul