I have loved this poem ever since I read it in an English class probably in middle school. I also wrote a college entrance essay about it. That essay must not have been spectacular as I remember that I didn't get into that particular school! Anyway, for some reason, the poem really speaks to me and the way I view life. The activities in my life that I find fulfilling are at the top of my priority list and I do them with special care and consideration. Preparing food is definitely the best example of this. I love brainstorming how to put together a nutritiously complete meal, making a neat little grocery list, going to the grocery store and looking at all the beautiful food, coming home and preparing it, and then eating it throughout the week. I also really like cooking for other people. I still have a bit of insecurity that a dish might taste bad (which is why every recipe I blog about I've tried and tasted at least once before), but I cannot wait to nourish my family with home-cooked meals. Well... here's the poem :)...
Daily
By: Naomi Shihab Nye
These shriveled seeds we plant,
corn kernel, dried bean,
poke into loosened soil,
cover over with measured fingertips
These T-shirts we fold into
perfect white squares
These tortillas we slice and fry to crisp strips
This rich egg scrambled in a gray clay bowl
This bed whose covers I straighten
smoothing edges till blue quilt fits brown blanket
and nothing hangs out
This envelope I address
so the name balances like a cloud
in the center of sky
This page I type and retype
This table I dust till the scarred wood shines
This bundle of clothes I wash and hang and wash again
like flags we share, a country so close
no one needs to name it
The days are nouns: touch them
The hands are churches that worship the world
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