Daily
These shriveled seeds we
plant,
corn kernel, dried bean,
poke into loosened soil,
cover over with measured fingertips
corn kernel, dried bean,
poke into loosened soil,
cover over with measured fingertips
These T-shirts we fold
into
perfect white squares
perfect white squares
These tortillas we slice and
fry to crisp strips
This rich egg scrambled in a gray clay bowl
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
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
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
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
The hands are churches that worship the world
~ Naomi Shihab Nye ~
(The Words Under the
Words)
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