Seven Stanzas

I like the way shoes wait for the impression
of a foot and their next destination.

I like the way ivy greets sunlight: always with eager
arms, even if the sun is not having a good day.

I like the way flames kiss a breeze fluidly, agreeably,
acquiescent. They never say "no".

I like the way a leather chair agrees with a body
on where it should and should not give.

I like the way the earth balances a house
on her head without letting it fall.

I like the way ribs cradle a heart jealously
from the world’s sharp elbows.

I like the way words meet a page honestly,
black on white without a trace of grey.