Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Everything but the Kitchen Sync

Some days,
you forget.
You stand in the hall closet,
trying to candle the eggs
in the only dark spot
and they roll and tip
into a cataclysmic fall
landing as eggshells
and yellow-yolk muck
on the small
hardwood square of floor.

Some days, you try to hang
the clean wet lumps of cloth
up to dry in the freshening wind
But a chicken distracts you
and the sound of a distant dog
and at noon half the laundry
waves at you,
bright cheerful flags on the line,
and half of it peers,
sullen, lumpish, wet
from the basket on the rock.

Some days, you stand
in the garden despairing,
wondering how and when
you will find a source
of more bamboo poles
for the pole beans
and then you notice, forty yards off,
a forest of saplings
tall, straight, and true
waiting patiently
to be thinned.

--copyright Mainecelt 6/30/2010

6 comments:

Mama Pea said...

You bring such light and bright and cheer!

Noni said...

yes yes yes!

Baker + Braiser said...

Beautiful.

God_Guurrlll said...

It's been hot here too. Beloved and I went to a fairy garden today. We sweltered amongst the wee little fairy houses.

God_Guurrlll said...

It's been hot here too. Beloved and I went to a fairy garden today. We sweltered amongst the wee little fairy houses.

Crimson Rambler said...

what a happiness! Thank you!!!