Poem on my mind... "The Patience of Ordinary Things" by Pat Schneider, as heard on The Writer's Almanac.

The Patience of Ordinary Things

It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they're supposed to be.
I've been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish,
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?

After hearing this poem, I found myself staring at my coffee cup and at the tile floor and at the towel hanging by the kitchen sink. I found myself not only looking out the window at the morning light, but at the window itself. With my attention drawn to these ordinary things, it took me longer than usual to leave the house this morning and I have this poem to blame thank.