Poetry

19th September 2022 | Community

The Patience of Ordinary Things

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 sole 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?

Pat Schneider