the unfolding onion

The pieces of onion
Peeling it slowly as the seconds go
The undressing falling tears joyously cry
By the window the cool fresh air

As the peeling knife edges in
The juices drip the hunger flow
Somewhere the cooking will flourish
By the hands cooking the dishes

The slides peeling away
Never afraid to get into the hot wok
Bubbling with enthusiasm for a cause
For healthy living live to tell stories

The bubbling oil all eager to embrace
The chopped onions juicy strikes
The aroma travelling out of the window
The wing insects stopping by to smell

The aroma lingers
Of scent and peeling flow
By the window the cool breeze blow
The tears fall the taste of living