I love a dirty kitchen

Recently used cookware on
A grease splattered stove

China plates, large and small
Waiting to have dinner’s vegetable remnants
Scrapped into the compost
Meat remnants
Into the dog’s dish

Cookware, serving ware, tableware
In careless abandon
Lying every which way

Glasses
Water and wine
Emptied of their miracles
Stand erect
As if waiting for CSI
To come along
And dust them for prints

But I come instead
To fill that void of a sink
With warm soapy water

To plunge my hands in first
Almost shivering with delight
A secret smile barely visible
On my face
As I anticipate the pleasure
Of cleaning my kitchen
Called dirty
But really
Not dirty at all
Just well used

My kitchen fills the role of lover
So well
Dirty, clean or inbetween
It nourishes my body and soul