She chops vegetables

She chops vegetables
by Bradley Mason Hamlin

Sometimes
you are moved
by the simplest actions

the coil
of a baseball flying

the smell of
a smoky fire

or the noise
of a lone wolf crying

she was chopping
vegetables
on a
wooden cutting board

the sound of the stroke
bringing attention
to her silhouette

soft hair
gently
flowing over eyes
and nose
and lips

the curve of breast
stretching
smooth summer dress
into
ideal form

and the rhythm
of her
knife

up & down
up and down
precisely
creating

perfection.