kitchen windows hang in art galleries
outside becomes inside
a plum tree ushers pink blossom
a geranium flares cardinal against the glass
lace ferns feather the sill
oranges cast perfumed light
honeyeaters tap at moths
a mother works here
silent as the moving years
close to the faint breath
of mint and rosemary
fading in a light that filters
minutes into hours
her blade, grate-sharp against the board
a woman works here
sedulous as the spider spinning in her window
its fine silk shimmering through the pane