Before I settle down to work (a poem)

Tired this morning after spending an hour and a half in horrible Seattle traffic last night. I found myself turning to ordinary details…

The odor of bleach
gives way
to the smell of fish and chips
with a hint of vinegar

I’d almost forgotten it’s Friday
a habit I have
every week, like clockwork
the day’s half over before I remember

It’ll be rice again for me
plus the sausage links
I remembered to defrost
cooked in the pot I use for soup

The smell of fish and chips
gives way
to spices and excess salt
slightly diluted by an extra half-cup of water

(18 September 2015)