The Island of Daily Life
This one is for Sandy
who loves poems about ordinary things.
For her, I'll keep my abstractions
to a minimum and praisea
the open carpentry of the summer cabins
for their impromptu shelves
where every ledge invites a wildflower bouquet
or a drawing from a child at camp
or a special stone plucked from the lake,
and I praise the lake
with its dappled beach and sloping light,
the comforting iterations
of rowboat, bathing cap, splash,
where lakefront trees and small docks
flare in the late afternoon, and a neighbor
calls softly to her daughter it's time
to go, don't forget your things...
This poem gets up early for the Saturday
yard sale and celebrates the evening
walk across the mowing
through low-bush blueberries
in the shadow of Monadnock
to Miriam's for dinner
on the screened-in porch.
Sometimes guests from the city.
Always the dog in his summer
haircut announcing his arrival.
This poem honors the poached fish and the beans,
the goat cheese and the wine,
the poems read aloud after dinner
for their attention
to the quiddities, to aspects
of our communal selves,
sheared of the theoretical.
This poem celebrates the passing
of the dish and the return of the bowl,
the full moon now high
above the August lakes, shining
on a thousand forgotten beach books.
Find Elsa's Books
Please change your links and bookmarks to elsadorfman.com!
Copyright 1970-2010 © Elsa Dorfman.