Poetry Thursday opened a site of their very own this week, and it is wonderful. In appreciation, here is a poem about change…
She tugged at the corners and then rolled
the thin, limp fabric into a ball. As she hoisted
it off the bed, it fluttered with the sound
of new winds. She tossed it into the basket
and sent it off to the laundry before
pulling crisp new cotton out of a closet.
She streatched across the bed to tuck
the corners in, paying close attention
to the smooth surface she creates, the sharp
fold at each corner. Later, there will be time
for homework, later she can get out of this
apron but for now, she’s changing the sheets.