This poem was chosen by my colleague, Rev. Rowan Van Ness, who leads a monthly poetry reflection group at Center Communities of Brookline.
By Lisel Mueller
What happened is, we grew lonely
living among the things,
so we gave the clock a face,
the chair a back,
the table four stout legs
which will never suffer fatigue.
We fitted our shoes with tongues
as smooth as our own
and hung tongues inside bells
so we could listen
to their emotional language,
and because we loved graceful profiles
the pitcher received a lip,
the bottle a long, slender neck.
Even what was beyond us
was recast in our image;
we gave the country a heart,
the storm an eye,
the cave a mouth
so we could pass into safety.
Lisel Mueller, "Things" from Alive Together: New and Selected Poems. Copyright © 1996 by Lisel Mueller.
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