Morning Song

Morning Song

by Marcia F. Brown

Here, I place
a blue glazed cup
where the wood
is slightly whitened.
Here, I lay down
two bright spoons,
our breakfast saucers, napkins
white and smooth as milk.

I am stirring at the sink,
I am stirring the amount of dew
you can gather in two hands,
folding it into the fragile
quiet of the house....

read the rest of this gorgeous, gorgeous poem where I first discovered it, on The Writer's Almanac, August 5th, 2010