Finger etched lines,
gentle curves on
a sandstone canvas,
a family portrait.
We are worlds apart?
Please, please accept
our apologies.
In awe of the ordinary
You did not return empty handed
from your walk but came in
with a fist full of little blue flowers
on long green stems, so beautiful
we put them in the milk glass vase
that found its way from your great
grandmother to our kitchen table.
You asked their names and I said
we’ll look them up in the field guide
so that we know their genus and species
as well as their many common ones,
and I spied the book upon the shelf but
let it stay. Blue and white, still life
on our table…all the name they need.