I turn meat in a pan
and watch the sides brown.
I light a candle
and sit down.
I observe my abode
and think tender thoughts,
wooden spoons, welcome homes,
winter boots, metal pots.
I cut up some carrots
and make up the bed,
set the table for two,
picture you in my head.
Calm, content
to watch and wait,
to feel the warm glow
of candlelight.
