I sit alone as the sun sets 

On a mild but sunny day in June

And I think about

A country kitchen

In a house in the countryside

The kind of kitchen that transcends ages

The classic and timeless type

Cast iron pots on the walls

Every sound amplified in rich textures

With big barn doors

Leading out to a herb and vegetable garden

And I’d cook delicious meals in it

For my woman

While sipping and savouring 

The finest Provence Rosés

And after dinner we’d sit outside

In the garden

As the birds sang their final tunes

For the day

As the world transitioned from day to night

And we’d make quiet reflective talk

Or bask in the comfortable silence

That only those truly close can enjoy

All the errands of the day done

And the taste of the meal still in our mouths

What is life but to embrace the tranquility

Of a quiet moment

And what is life 

If one cannot dream a dream

But that country kitchen

With the smell of the herbs drifting in 

In the early evening

With that polished cement flooring

That turns colder as the night seeps in

It’s the dreams that keep you afloat

As you fight the muddy reality 

Of the day to day