My window was broken.
The rain came in.
The things on my pantry shelves were ruined--
And my kitchen grew so quiet and still.
I hadn't the heart to fix it.
I thought, I have somehow invited this rain,
So I became the rain
Only my dreams still brought fine aromas
And comforting warmth.
In the dark, a woman said to me,
There is still honey
And peppermint candies,
There is still a morning
Dusted on my skin.
When I opened my eyes,
I put on the morning mist as if it were a silken robe.
I cleaned my stove until it shone,
And then went to lean in my window
Looking for the woman who needs my kiss,
Wants some breakfast,
And knows how to fix broken windows.