Apple Pie

---Jason Murray

Mother’s kitchen is lit

Only by the glow of

The oven’s feeble light.

Sitting framed by the glass

In the oven door

A pretty little pie

Alone, but not lonely.

Basking in the heat of the oven

Turning form

Pastry pale to a flaky,

Golden brown.

Mother walks in

Changing the light

With a wave of her hand

Across the switch plate.

Glancing at the pie

Through the glass

And at the timer’s

Slow turn of the time

She pulls out a bowl

And starts on the process

Of cooking dinner.

Aunt Daphne walks in

Eager to talk about her day

Potatoes are peeled and eggs boiled for potato salad.

A piece of carrot

Disappears among the little details of Daphne’s day,

People and things

That have little to do with the

Details of dinner.

Apa