Today's poem is by A.V. Christie
Folding the Fitted Sheet
There is a way to do this.
The sheet stiff from the line
and king-size overwhelming as an hour can be.
She apes a stance that looks like welcoming.
This obstinate sea!
The day has been so far fear and syllables rippling.
So commence to fit each messy gather
one to the next.
Pulled to, like a widespread inner panic managed
One corner puckers, then droops a sun
that, disaffected, simply drops from out of the sky.
In this method the right side and the wrong
confound. She says aloud the words Counterpane
Horizon thinks out the demands of tomorrow's
presentation, velocity, the power-point resources
circulating and the cool weight
of what gets infolded.
We watch her,
the one moving deeply along a nerve
toward some far city or god.
Copyright © 2009 A.V. Christie All rights reserved
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