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It is so hard to not accomplish something.  Here I sit on my day off wondering what I need to get done.  There is plenty that needs to be done, some of which I’ve already accomplished.  Today, though, I’m going to soak in whatever comes my way – dishes, laundry, phone calls.  My grandfather called this putzing around.  What a grand idea for a day off. 

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, The Patience of Ordinary Things,

Another River: New and Selected Poems

 

 

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