Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love

- Leonard Cohen


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Ode to my Kettle

August 3, 2007

Before you I stare

A cold frame of silver

Where before I could fill you with water

You'd mirror my thoughts 

for today.

I say "hurrah!"

to that famed Indian stance

or frozen Egyptian dance

they say

for to me you're like a loyal,

old guardian

caught in such fashion

that seem to say

"have you first uttered

a prayer?"

So in shallow wakefulness

I bow my head down

and send a silent note to God

that if in the cold outside

I find no friend

let the warmth delivered

by my kettle

make me just as content.

or if the sun delays it's promise

of a bright day

May her sheen from the kitchen

show me the way.

God indeed bless

my guardian kettle

for at dusk she wants only

to rest her hand

on her forehead 

but the moment she has to whistle

my loneliness as well

is ended. 

     

  

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