Tools

 

I set my spoon down in the bowl,

A cave of light spirals

My eyes to the bowl’s depth.

 

A drop of soup provides

A shallow stream

For bowl and spoon,

A small sea

Which will not be removed

Lest bowl and spoon

Forget that they are

Transient tools

In a world drowning

Between chaos and the moon.

 

Ted Goodell

1982

 

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