Poem for Monday, July 6, 2009

Hello, Wooden Pot

sitting on my

meek window sill

d  u  s  t  y

casting shadows over

                                     books I've

                   yet to read

I love your symmetry

           your texture

I love your disposition (because

we are so alike!)

your simplicity is far more

attractive than 

jamming

flowers into you or

sticking

jewels all over you

(I know you want flowers;

 so do I.)

each day begins with the sun

tickling your back through

the window blinds and

           my morning breath

           gliding toward you

I am still tired but

I say, "Hello, wooden pot."

each day begins with the sun

telling you, wooden pot

that it's so lonely

          (up in the sky)