Observations

The pitcher of ice water is nearly full.
The refrigerator is stuffed with containers.
There are mice nesting somewhere
in the room. I think behind the oven.
I've laid traps and poison stations,
hoping to end the intrusion.
And I'm making a fish stew 
for my wife who'll return later.

I'm not one to add to what
I find here. It's enough for me
that the spatula turns the potatoes,
the corn, and the tomatoes with the pollock.
There's satisfaction in the fact that the cumin
has come from Mexico or the Indian subcontinent.