These shriveled seeds we plant,
corn kernel, dried bean,
poke into loosened soil,
cover over with measured fingertips
These T-shirts we fold into
perfect white squares
These tortillas we slice and fry to crisp strips
This rich egg scrambled in a gray clay bowl
This bed whose covers I straighten
smoothing edges till blue quilt fits brown blanket
and nothing hangs out
This envelope I address
so the name balances like a cloud
in the center of sky
This page I type and retype
This table I dust till the scarred wood shines
This bundle of clothes I wash and hang and wash again
like flags we share, a country so close
no one needs to name it
The days are nouns: touch them
The hands are churches that worship the world
Oh I do like her poetry so … I like to teach it too. It speaks to the young really well. 🙂
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I love texts that find poetry in the everyday. 🙂 It resonates with me.
I was reminded of “Daily” today when I found out that Naomi Shihab Nye has written children’s stories too (didn’t know she’d dabbled in fiction as well!)
So good to know that you teach her poems. Makes me feel so good about this world we live in!
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Yes, that’s it! The “everyday”. I like that too a lot. Must come from my obsession with Emily Dickinson. Different poet, but still. 🙂
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