Tuesday, April 22, 2008


I can handle the bad news
war reports on the radio
if I am chopping vegetables
while I listen

can deal with the world’s troubles
if I’m in the process
of solving my own
evening hunger
our need to tell
the day’s stories
around our safe little table.

But without my safety net
of head bent towards
a sharp knife and the cool surrender
of carrot before me
I have to turn it off.

1 comment:

Karen said...

This is another poem that feels very immediate, very real--like I could be the one chopping the vegetables and listening to the news...