Thursday, May 12, 2011

Treading Lightly on the Earth

I had a burst of writing a few weeks ago but then haven't written a poem now for about a month. Well, here's something brand-new.

Treading Lightly

Bright fabrics of varying degrees
of stiffness are drying on wooden racks

in your spare room, in the sun
between yellow-orange curtains

chosen by your housemate. I remember
you love me when you leave me

a clean towel on the doorknob,
soft cotton from the electric dryer.