launched from knife’s edge
a petite pat of butter arcs gracefully
through the air, landing firmly on edge
in the bottom of the sauté pan.
seemingly defying gravity, she holds
position, one corner pointing
skyward as if held in position by
an unseen partner on an ice rink,
only releasing in the warm applause
of an appreciative audience.
Spent, she submits to gravity,
all edges find the bottom of the
pan now as the heat penetrates
from below, burners set to high,
the cook waits patiently for the
butter to melt before stirring in
minced onions, cranberries and
red wine, admiring the beauty
of butter spreading across the
bottom of the pan.