What We Do Each Day (CV )

Maybe we should Write Down

What We Do  so we’ll remember

what this was like afterwards when it’s summer

when friends come to dinner again when we

are less worried about What Might Happen

when we know for sure it is really is summer

and  corn and watermelon and tomatoes and even my friends

who don’t eat meat come over for Peter’s barbecued ribs.

And meanwhile today one thing I do I always do

ever since I was eleven years old when I had

far fewer options  I wake up and choose

a pair of earrings, and write a poem.

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

12 Comments

  1. Really like the images in today’s poem!

    And, when I read “Finally” (a couple of days ago), I had a strong feeling of deja vu—had I read that poem in a prior time?

  2. Hi what a beautiful word on a lovely Spring day six feet apart. Air hugs are a little silly but well understood. Ah human beings. What a glory. Hi Esther. Thanks for the reminder to remember. 86 days to summer!

  3. Esther, your poems are a daily gift to those of us smart enough to receive them…sending on to friends who need them as much as we do,
    You are a treasure, hugs, anita

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