Dear Chef.... Love, Your Kitchen

So there are metaphors for all sorts of things. And then, there are just images that could have been metaphors, but are simply images.

dear,
do you see what is in front of that turn up ahead?
up there, lies a closed door
under which light spills forth,
fanned gently beneath
a meager gap - one that could permit
passage of no more than a single breath,
a hopeful whisper from the future into the now.
and so, child, once the company has
feasted, wrapped itself up in hats and gloves
comfortably warmed - like sleepy kittens
curled up by the oven still fragrant with recent memories -
in the glow of laughter and delight,
it escapes from the future into the now,
this warm secret behind the door up ahead;
and like a gust of warm, clean air
escaping drowsily from between the yawning lips of a
dishwasher, you can hear a quiet voice gently say,"goodnight."