Rice grains in the pot,
emerald skins of peas; fine
mesh of steam under the lid—
In the hollow around
the light socket, cobwebs
thin as sewing thread—
Assortment of buttons I saved
in a box; cracker crumbs
to thicken the soup—
Beads I looped
on my daughter’s broken
violin string: bracelet
of new-found things.
[LAG-other-response date=”04 02 2013″ url=”http://yeosi.wordpress.com/2013/04/01/for-all-that-is-lost/” title=”thus: For all that is lost”]