Turning the Stove On

At the end of a long day, I step into the kitchen.

The stack of dishes is high, and my shoulders are heavy.

I put on my favorite song, not too loud.

The onions sizzle as they hit the hot pan.

I find myself swaying, just a little at first.

Then my feet start to tap the floor.

The work stress melts into the steam above the pot.

I stir the sauce and spin around once.

Tomorrow I will face my deadlines again.

But tonight, this dance is enough.

Hope finds its way into my steps.

I smile at the steam and keep moving.