no other obligations.
in the watching window above the kitchen sink,
steam rises and parts around the faucet
up and up steadily
around knotted hands.
water spread on the counter
For a lifetime, they are all little suns.
if it is a world all on its own–
the light, the water, the pink countertops
splayed causally in kitchen heart astronomy–
a small flash of red/yellow/blue/white
appears from below the faucet head,
The family is discussing paid leave.
All this spontaneous fog seems right,
Ominous as it is
dark, so streetlights and ocean
blur into endless mire,
It makes sense
Why you vaguely see their eyes
from your island stool.