the kitchen drawer

i was staring
into the knife
drawer full of
measuring spoons
and dull blades,
oversized forks
and spatulas that
have seen better
days. i didn't ponder
the mess for
long though. it
was beyond organizing,
beyond reason. it
had taken on a life
of it's own.
everything a different
size and shape and
purpose. the ladle
lay next to the
chopsticks, next
to the long wooden
spoon that criss
crossed with the
cheese grater and
meat thermometer.
cork screws and bottle
openers, can openers,
skewers of unknown
origin were all there.
it didn't take long
to close that drawer
and move on. i've
known lives like
that and i've
got enough on my
plate right now.