which old precedent
~ D. Bonta
I want to write about
the tyranny of only—
how for years I was taught:
fly low under the radar.
When the gods give you something,
give thanks; but when others notice,
belittle its importance. Say it’s only
a trifle, only by chance. Don’t praise
too loudly the cleanliness of your house,
the neatness of your numbered columns,
the smooth-running engine of days that do work.
Point instead to the flaw in the bed-spread,
the uneven table leg, the trouble that hasn’t
visited your house yet. Do this often enough
and soon you’ll believe as I did: the moment
warm in your hands isn’t in itself a gift.
In response to Via Negativa: Ova.