it’s raining outside

I can smell the earth
My heart lightly longs
for warmth – A meal
to hold near my chest, breathe
fresh old onions with worn
jackets but firm hearts
juicy to cut
sharp spicy violet
Pristine cloves of garlic
to drive away evil
muddy ginger roots
like the very earth that sings
simmering slowly, nestled
within walls of glazed metal
while I slice lotus roots
soft knocks on wood
in beat with the
drumming rain
humming
green leafy spinach
ripe with life
little magical huts
soft button mushrooms
me kneading the
earth with bare hands
molding beautiful curves
like waves stuck
in time until
all the colors
dance
together
in porcelain.