the patience of ordinary things

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



Adullamite said...

The book sit patiently on shelves, the dust slowly gathering piece by piece.
Dishes loiter in the sink the tap drips
quietly to succour them
Brain rest silent in the head, awaiting life returning.
Hope it's quick
I'm driving!

Lee said...

And how my two furry rascals use me as their launching and landing pad!

soubriquet said...

"And what is more generous than a widow?"

Damn... I misread that. But for a moment, I was reminded of Gerard Hoffnung's story about a badly translated advertisement for a tyrolean hote: "Standing among savage scenery, the hotel offers stupendous revelations. There is a French widow in every bedroom, affording delightful prospects."

I had this image of a beautiful if slightly mournful woman, wearing a black dress, with black lacy underwear beneath.
As for all the rest, it's a beautiful poem, but not true of my house. In my house the books lie in a haphazard heap, trembling, knowing the fate of their fellows. Dishes in the sink don't wash themselves.
Ordinary things, in my house, are more insolent than patient, they mutter things as I pass.

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Oh Soub! That's awful! I like it.

goatman said...

Nice one.

I appreciate the patience of nature . . . . and I guess that includes us at times.

How it waits, leaves, flowers, dies, you cut it down, it rots, and appears again nenewed knowing you are gone --- or are you?

icyHighs said...

damnit i thought it said 'window'. :)

Lin said...

I like Goatman's comment. I like my garden...how it waits, but it keeps working it's magic while it does.

red dirt girl said...

Hahah Adullamite! Bravo, bravo ~ never knew a POET was hiding beneath your skin ;P

Ah Lee ... the patience of a mother!!

Soub ~ hahaha. I suppose those french widows open easily and none are painted shut ?!
Hmmm, I think I know what's on your mind ...
No wonder they are muttering mutiny ;P xxxxx

Cosmo, ditto :-)

goatman and Lin ~ that is a very lovely way to view nature and gardening (and ourselves).

Icy, Icy (she shakes her head ... LAUGHING). Good to see you :P