Monday, March 2, 2009

My friend Karen Thomas Smith shared this poem with me yesterday.
The Patience of Ordinary Things
by Pat Schneider
It is a kind of love, is it not?
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?

1 comment:

donna said...

I really like this poem and I really like ordinary things and I really like your blog. I don't read much poetry these days, but should get back to doing so. In this short comment, I've used the word (I) five times. Not a good way to start out the morning.