Stir the Roux

When we’ve finished,
I’ll turn off the quiet
with the music of pot and spoon,
metal on metal as flesh on flesh.

Stir the roux.

Whole peppers, onions, celery stalks
I’ll chop into bits of Holy Trinity,
the colors of contentment.

Stir the Roux.

You will be in that space between
awareness and drift, the salt of your sweat
settling into your skin.

Stir the roux.

As the gumbo simmers, we’ll watch the earth
absorb the sun and the stars will mirror our eyes.

Stir the roux.

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Prompt via NaPoWriMo.net: Write a poem using repetition.

I chose the phrase “Stir the roux” because it takes patience and mindfulness to make a good roux just as it takes patience and mindfulness to make a good marriage or partnership.