I’m presenting this without commentary, as I want it to remain as untouched and unstained for you as it was for me. And I hope it might change the trajectory of your Tuesday, as it did for me:
“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?”
–Pat Schneider
thank you. made me stop and think. this may need to go up on a wall to be reminded of the everyday :)
I agree; I love this one so much!
Yes! Love.
It’s so so good, yes? And hi, Jason!!!!!
Beautiful! Needed this reminder.
Oh, me too, Ameesha!
Lovely.
Thank you, Kariane!
amen.
Amen indeed. :)
The poem – its beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
– Archana.
You’re welcome, Archana! :)
Beautiful, magical ordinary things. Love the poem!
It’s a favorite for sure!
Lovely.
I think so, too! :)
wow, might be a new favorite.
It’s so beautiful, yes?
Love the line “And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.”
Gah! Me too!