the patience of ordinary things

It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they're supposed to be.
I've been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?

—Pat Schneider

photo by Michael Kolster


  1. One of my favorite poems. I have it etched into a ceramic ball that my ceramist/potter friend Moye made me. I wish I could send it to you.

    1. i am sure i snagged this one off of your blog. thank you, eee, for what you open my eyes to. oxoxo