I pegged a pale wash to the line
before work. I worried
about a stain on my white shirt
it's a shirt, only, a length of cotton stitched
cotton that was grown from seed
picked and handled to the loom
woven, bought, cut, made, sold, handed on.
I should not take any presence for granted.
Then I remember that to care for a thing
might not mean to worry over it.
The sun will shine. Blotches fade, or not.
I will still like my shirt. It blows rounded
on the line, not unlike
a pegged cloud.
|Loganberry Jam: delicious! |
Must remember to wear an apron for the next batch though :-)