Poetry Sunday

I went looking in my collection for a cartoon about the month of April, but ended up finding this gem by April Lindner. I think it was a fortuitous find - a poem that features wonderful imagery ...

Supper

by April Lindner

Turn the knob. The burner ticks
then exhales flame in a swift up burst,
its dim roar like the surf. Your kitchen burns white,
lamplight on enamel, warm with the promise
of bread and soup. Outside the night rains ink.
To a stranger bracing his umbrella,
think how your lit window must seem
both warm and cold, a kiss withheld,
lights strung above a distant patio.
Think how your bare arm, glimpsed
as you chop celery or grate a carrot
glows like one link in a necklace.
How the clink of silverware on porcelain
carries to the street. As you unfold your napkin,
book spread beside your plate, consider
the ticking of rain against pavement,
the stoplight red and steady as a flame.


I hope the rest of April (the month) is good to you.

Have a good day. More thoughts tomorrow.

Bilbo