Curtain

When I sit at my kitchen table
on a cold morning, the white
of curtain crisp-ironed
(pleated, pure and clean)
warms me. And I think
about the day ahead.
Whatsoever happens,
this morning’s light
on bright linen shines
in my mind like polished silver.
There is work to be done.
There is wonder to behold.

{I love ordinary things. They’re my favorite to write about. I’m so glad dVerse offered this prompt.}