In Case of an Empty Page


In Case of An Empty Page

In case of an empty page,

a poised point paused over unmarked lines,

as silent as a shuttered shop,

a track empty of runners, hurdlers,

do not panic. After all,

there is dough to knead and set to rise,

vegetables uncut, plump with hope

of soup. Seedlings uncurl green springs

and would sing gladly to

your watering wand. The phone will accuse you


of all the calls

you haven’t placed. Dust congregates

in corner choruses, shying from

your deft broom. Laundry alone

could lift your eyes

from all you haven’t said,

if you join in its dance of gathering,

drenching, soaping, rinsing, wringing,

snapping, tethering, blowing, folding.

And you never know, for sometimes,

at the end of the day,

from a bleached sheet shaken smooth

a poem may, whispering, fall.

MK, 2013


11 thoughts on “In Case of an Empty Page

  1. bethpinckney

    Oh, dearheart … happy, happy to read your writing. This is beautiful and so very true. There is poetry to be found in the mundane. So much around us of beauty just waiting for those with eyes to see and ears to hear. Much, much love …

    1. adailyportion Post author

      Oh, Beth, thanks for coming by this long-quiet space. I hope to just drop in now and again when I have something to share.
      And lately I’ve found myself so thankful for the simple tasks and rituals of my life. 🙂 Love to you!


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