like miniature armies
with really complicated supply lines
food from everywhere and anywhere
ends up in our kitchens

tiny models of efficient storage,
each item in it reflecting micro-choices
that mark the progress and development 
of our lives

a cantina around the corner
is barely more than a kitchen and a few tables
yet it never runs out of anything
and the food is amazing

if you have a roof and secure walls,
a bed and and working plumbing,
about the only other thing you really need
is a minimally stocked kitchen

and yet those of us who have all of that
walk through our kitchens daily
paying no more attention to it than
we show awareness

of our own ingratitude