Saturday, December 19, 2009

Putting the Jar of Grape Juice Back

Putting the Jar of Grape Juice Back

The white sheen of this cap
could be dreams of winter in Chicago
when a walker along Lake Michigan gazes
across the tamed waters in sunlight
that speaks of early dusk.
Its ridged edges could be a memory
of tractor tracks at the childhood farm,
where chickadees sang each morning the same way
since the first day of care.
But when I slide the furrows of its inner casing
into the lines that once held it tight,
it is just a blind act, where the light of a face
from giving and taking is a recollection
for more silent days.

2 comments:

Om Mani Padme Hum said...
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Om Mani Padme Hum said...

I love how you write about something ordinary and make a whole poem out of it.

"The white sheen of this cap
could be dreams of winter in Chicago when a walker along Lake Michigan gazes across the tamed waters in sunlight that speaks of early dusk."

I love the ending too.

"it is just a blind act, where the light of a face from giving and taking is a recollection for more silent days."

When you say "a recollection for more silent days" it kind of puts you into a meditation.

Very nice. I love it. I'm inspired to write more now! much love, jake