Sunday Comes Calling
Today is a good day.
I touched five things I own.
They didn’t bring me
one single joy-filled memory
or connection to my life.
A pottery piece I made
the candle stick holders
and
we supposed
some incense burning bowl
one of us kept from the 60’s
but neither of us would claim.
I dusted them
and you brought them
to the lobby
– to the table of unwanted things
so many of us seem to own –
and
something new was born.
Ellespeth ♥
(my own photo)