Cleaning yellow pools of pee and mounds of poop are ordinary chores in my kitchen. 

My pristine and heart-full kitchen where all the pots and pans are old friends, and every window is a view of heaven. 

Years ago, Hipi brutally lost his leg and now we are old together. 

Shared trauma made us soul friends. 

Love is the unified field in this kitchen. 

Nothing separates an old 3-legged dog from a grey-haired woman in crocs. 

The field of love is invisible, but I can see love in the mop and poop-scoop.  

This love-habitation has 5 legs.