I open the front door and walk headlong into
the oh so heavenly scent
of onions sautéing on the stove.
Of course, growing up we would have said “frying”
but onions speak all languages.
The aroma is the same
and the groundedness is the same.
It is the subfloor
upon which the precious hardwood is laid,
on which the masterpiece is painted,
on which the opera is charted,
with which the poem is written,
the bass note
in the broth.
Posted with kind permission of the author.
This ode was among more than 100 responses to our invitation to write an ode to an “ordinary thing.” We share it here with delight and gratitude.
More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’s…
What would you do if you really knew that life was wanting to sing through…
Thank you for this day made of wind and rain and sun and the scent…
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