The Patience of Ordinary Things
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they're supposed to be.
I've been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?
I'm loving this today, too -- John Donne, beautiful music, balance --
There is much peace in this photo and these verses.ReplyDelete
Maybe it's the moon. I, too, am loving the ordinary things today. Very much.ReplyDelete
Lovely, contented words.It is a kind of love. An under appreciated kind.ReplyDelete
Under the drama and the angst - often self-created - the ordinary abides. Lovely thoughts to carry a sense of peace beyond one day. We need to be reminded of so many simple things. xoReplyDelete
beautiful tightrope walking boy. not ordinary at all.ReplyDelete
a lovely, lovely poem. may have to steal it, eee. if only i were a chair. happy new year. xoxoxoxo, christyReplyDelete