Cool Interior

Sometimes when I get up in the night and open my refrigerator in the dark kitchen I marvel at the luminosity of this cool interior city in my kitchen's universe. I arrange the shelves. I place the cauliflower next to the broccoli up above, and admire the apples and carrots, visible through the clear plastic drawers below. I love the glass bottles of milk and the jar of orange juice and the half gallon of home-made yogurt, cathedrals of sustenance standing on Main Street beside the City Hall of bagged spinach. The eggs nestle beside the celery beneath the cold clear city street.