A zucchini poem. . .in the middle of winter

A fellow Sudbury poet, Irene Golas, who writes beautiful haiku pieces, suggested that I write a poem about a Facebook status I created the other day.

The post read: “Dearest Zucchini: now that I have discovered how best to cook you to unleash your most flavourful potential, I do believe we should spend more time together…especially at dinner, over a glass of white wine.” So, as promised, I’ve just written a little something zucchini-esque. (Is that like Puccini-esque, or even Fellini-esque?) I thought of William Carlos Williams when I wrote it. “This is Just to Say” is, after all, one of my all time favourite poems.

Just remember it’s a first draft, so it’s likely to evolve before it sees its way into print some day in the far-off future!

peace,
k.

Dearest,

I have sautéed the zucchini
& plated it with care,
so that it waits for you,
as do I, with
semblance of patience,
but underlying
frisson of urgency.

For the rain has frozen,
the roads are slick,
and time ticks onward,
while I wait
in winter.

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Addendum: Hmmm….makes me wonder who (or what) will arrive? Perhaps a side of quinoa or spaghetti squash? Or one of my many “secret husbands”? One never knows!

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