Is there a Poem in the Kitchen?

Is there a poem in the smell

of freshly baked bread filling a
warm kitchen, or in the smiles
that arise from it, as dependable
as the yeast used to make it,
Is there a poem in the empty
dishwasher, its mouth gaping
towards me, its racks pulled out
waiting to be filled,
Is there a poem in between the
ticking of the eleven clocks
decorating this sacred space where
we are nourished in body
and soul.