Universes rise like dough
in a wide blue porcelain
bowl in my mother’s kitchen
soon she will punch it down
pour in some juicy raisins
brown sugar and knead some more
outside the dark morning wind
roars blizzard but stay
inside my head the kitchen’s warm
About riverwriter
Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else?
wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/
Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
