Ordinary

Without apologies or explanation, lets just say I'm venturing into the blogging world again.  This time without any agenda but to share the weight and wonder I keep finding ordinary life.  Without further ado, here is the first venture, my poem of the day.

 Public Library

There is a woman in the corner

beneath the plate-glass window

she clutches her belongings in a canvas sack

its seam slowly unraveling

she mutters stories to herself

and any who will hear

as if she were the children's librarian

gathering a semi-circle of bodies at her feet

hands animated, eyes laughing

as if she were the book itself

the afternoon sun

spilling upon her open pages

I am sitting on the red carpet two shelves over

reading Rita Dove

I cannot hold on to the poem in my hands

I hear only this poem in my ears