Today's poem is by Heather Maki
A Story About Things
To be required to dust
furniture and books and appliances,
the contours of them conjuring
not memorybut silence;
to be instructedto become, if not a part of them,
then in conversation
a strange bedside lamp I have hated
since childhood
and yet from which
I could not turn away:no switch: who invented such a thing
the atrocity of a brass lamp's body
sensing the human touch
and giving light
spontaneously, easily, as thoughto touch and to see were equal halves
of the same original act:I pretend so hard, I am the sun.
Copyright © 2007 Heather Maki All rights reserved
from Beloit Poetry Journal
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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