A poem for your pocket | 4.30.20

A poem for your pocket | 4.30.20

It’s Poem in your Pocket Day and this poem is going in my pocket. I will carry it with me during the day. I will be thinking of the “heavy threads” of the day and hope that I will be stitched “into a useful garment”.

And yet, there is comfort in knowing the day “will do nothing of the kind”. Because even that is a blessing.

Heavy Threads

by Hazel Hall

When the dawn unfolds like a bolt of ribbon
Thrown through my window,
I know that hours of light
Are about to thrust themselves into me
Like omnivorous needles into listless cloth,
Threaded with the heavy colours of the sun.
They seem altogether too eager,
To embroider this thing of mine,
My Day,
Into the strict patterns of an altar cloth;
Or at least to stitch it into a useful garment.
But I know they will do nothing of the kind.
They will prick away,
And when they are through with it
It will look like the patch quilt my grandmother made
When she was learning to sew.

I hope you find a poem to carry with you today, one that will make you stop and think, one that will give you respite, one that will bring you joy.

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