September 15, 2003

Upper Peninsula (9/15/2003: Rhet 146)

The late afternoon sun casts red light
through the picture window
that overlooks the snowless slopes.
Dan and Matt are on the balcony;
inside I see the trails of smoke
and hear the pop from their bottle rockets.
I stand at the counter, knife in hand
chopping garlic and releasing its pungent smell
which soon fills the cabin,
stinging my eyes and burning my nostrils.
It sizzles in the pan with olive oil.
I add it to the sauce
and the smell grows stronger.
My mouth waters as the aroma permeates the air.
Allison sleeps in the basement,
Nick and Mike are outside
doing I don’t know what.
Stephanie is napping upstairs
and Jodi comes down
to see if I need help.
Adam calls from outside Green Bay.
They’ll be there in 3 or 4 hours.
Just in time for dinner, I say,
pick up a few bottles of wine.
I sit at the kitchen table
waiting as the sauce simmers.
Inhaling the biting air, I watch
as the sun sets fire to the deserted hill.
I breathe deeply, garlic filling my lungs
and I cherish my lack of obligation.

Posted by dpetrella at September 15, 2003 10:18 PM
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