Someday
by Jill Burns12/20/2007 12:39:02 PM
You’ll strain the steaming fettuccine noodles
Giving the handles a firm shake
And wait for the last few drops of boiled water
To fall.
Or you’ll rinse the grapes you clipped
From your fruiting concord vine
Set them on a towel
In the middle of your old, scarred table
For some important guests.
But right now
The colander is a drum
A wooden spoon your drumstick
Your wet whistle tongue, babbling
As you beat your belly’s best tune
And grin at the boom-bam-boom.
A Note About the Author: Jill Burns
Jill Burns, a freelance writer and English teacher, is trying her hand at full-time parenting for the first year of her son's life. She enjoys writing poetry, creative non-fiction, and reviews. She enjoys living in Bellingham because of all the outdoor activities, like sea kayaking and hiking.