Daily

These shriveled seeds we plant,
corn kernel, dried bean,
poke into loosened soil,
cover over with measured fingertips
These T-shirts we fold into
perfect white squares
These tortillas we slice and fry to crisp strips
This rich egg scrambled in a gray clay bowl
This bed whose covers I straighten
smoothing edges till blue quilt fits brown blanket
and nothing hangs out
This envelope I address
so the name balances like a cloud
in the center of sky
This page I type and retype
This table I dust till the scarred wood shines
This bundle of clothes I wash and hang and wash again
like flags we share, a country so close
no one needs to name it
The days are nouns: touch them
The hands are churches that worship the world
 
~~ Naomi Shihab Nye ~~

2 responses to “Daily

    • Oh, Sandy Sue…I’m sorry. I read your post of a few days ago last night, the one where you said “people are hard,” and then I read all the comments of your friends. I’ve been thinking a lot about what you wrote. You’re a wonderful person and that was a great post. Please keep writing and sharing….and please feel loved and not sad.

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