When I write poetry, I pay closer attention to what is going on around me. Yesterday, I was running errands with my son. At one point, we got a little lost and pulled into a bank parking lot to turn around. We were blessed to witness this scene. My son, in a hurry to get things done and annoyed with me for getting lost, was irritated. I was enchanted and knew I had found my "wonderment" for the day.
"Offering"
Bank parking lot
Friday busy
Comes to full halt
As bent-backed waitress
Clad in paisley housecoat
And corduroy slippers
leaning on purple cane
Shuffles across traffic lanes
Gingerly balancing
Tupperware container
Of sloshing water.
Lone black-headed goose
Sniffs, then slurps
appreciatively.
(c) Carol Wilcox, 2022
What a moment! What a wonderment! I'm glad you were there to witness and to bring us this small story of generosity. Such a contrast between her Tupperware of water and the bank parking lot. One so personal, the other so impersonal.
ReplyDeleteSo much wonderment and joy in your radiant and grace filled words and heart, Carol💗
ReplyDeleteI love how we don't fully understand "waitress" until the last lines. Wonderment indeed!
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