Feeling Things Out
Read the map
marked out in the tile squares
of the kitchen floor
Find our way to dinnertime
Take the silverware and the plates
from the packing boxes
Rinse them under the faucet
whose foibles we’ve yet to discover
Set them on our old table
now standing uneasy
in this unfamiliar room
like the spice jars lined up
behind the door of their new cabinet
like the dishtowels in the drawer
stacked in the dark
with a brush of the fingers along the windowsill
gauging its width for a pot of geraniums
set one at each end?
3 thoughts on “Feeling Things Out”
There are those uneasy days of settling in. I still can’t remember where I put things, although I can remember I’ve seen them somewhere…(K)
I always think I know what I have here in the house and where it is and then I discover a box in a closet and I think – What??!!
It’s true, there are always things hidden away.
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