The Rung That Holds
I stop rushing
because the hands
are already occupied.
Shoes by the door.
Keys in the bowl.
The rung that holds.
I set things down.
They remain.
The days know where I live.
I recently sent the poem, The Patience of Ordinary Things, by Pat Schneider to someone whom I thought would be comforted by it. Your poem here very much reminds me of that one, in all the best ways. https://poets.org/poem/patience-ordinary-things
"The days know where I live"
Powerful stuff.
I recently sent the poem, The Patience of Ordinary Things, by Pat Schneider to someone whom I thought would be comforted by it. Your poem here very much reminds me of that one, in all the best ways. https://poets.org/poem/patience-ordinary-things