A bad poem for a bad and good situation
Being a pack rat
Can be good
And bad
In the same moment
Apparently.
Having discovered a leak in the basement
Drowning
My ancient cassette tapes
Music now swimming in a pool of water
(thankfully clean)
Then finding I had saved
Two years’ worth of old phone books
Including the one with the plumber’s mobile phone number
Handwritten in the margin
Once again, a reminder:
Poetry is everywhere.
Rebecca Kuder 