Eye bear my sole
In the serial isle.
Grapenuts shunned for
Dark our of the knight,
Dam cell eye brake free.
Eye profit now, an air to
Son and lite.
Ewe might like
These fare words.
Eye, for won morn,
The him whales piece without end.
Objects demonstrate the lesson.
Dull love and significant loss.
Behind the exercise,
Dull wooden spatula.
Significant wedding ring.
Passion enough for a poem?
True, I do love the spatula:
Flat end, no scoop, breaking,
Scooping, stirring, sampling,
Stir fry, saute, simmer, serve.
I won’t give away my heart.
The ring remains.
I house whole worlds,
Capacious room for spatulas and rings.
Object Lesson: Love, infinite and all.
1. Words pouring from where? Eleven-year-old bubble writing. String of “ithoughtnot.” Such passion.
2. Uniform pressed, low quarters a perfect mirror, hair smooth helmet bun. Words precise. Dead. Uninspired.
3. Words emerging from where? Fifty-year-old cursive. Thoughts informed by my contingent reality. Finding passion.
4. Full circle. I can come home again.