Small Offering

A New View


Grandma used to burn cone insence

and I would watch it burn, a coil

of smoke rising, distributing daily

the same scent into the mostly

undisturbed air of the kitchen.


It was a ritual or some attempt

to commune with distant gods

to bring blessings into a superstitious

household. Her four grandchildren

understood the perils of spilling salt.


How small is the world lived

from a kitchen? The newspaper

came every day and was read

out of sight as if being seen

looking at the world were taboo.







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ah, yes, good incense always

ah, yes, good incense always adds to the mood.  nice poem.

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Grandma's kitchen. The place to be at age 8. :D