Just six sentences in the poem. A person could take the first today, the next tomorrow, etc., and be finished in time for a day of rest on Sunday.
I'm often reminding myself (and anybody else who'll listen) that inspiration, as wonderful as it is, is just the beginning--like hearing about a great new restaurant from a friend and making reservations--because it just sounded like such a great place.
It's the 2 or 3 hours we spend in the restaurant that really count.
Ms. Nye sets a good table. Bon appetit.
Fresh
Naomi Shihab Nye
To move
Cleanly.
Needing to be
Nowhere else.
Wanting nothing
From any store.
To lift something
You already had
And set it down in
A new place.
Awakened eye
Seeing freshly.
What does that do to
The old blood moving through
Its channels?
