This poem came one morning when I was scrolling through etsy, looking for a new pair of earrings. Scrolling etsy can be inspirational and joyful - there's so much creativity alive in the world.
And I'm often amazed at how often I crave something new when I have things in my home, sitting in boxes or drawers, that I don't use.
I think of Shug Avery's plea from The Color Purple, how 'everything wants to be loved.' And I think of Marge Piercy's poem To be of use, her belief that 'everything wants to be of use.'
To that august list I'll add that everything wants to be cherished, including ourselves.
Wanting mind
The mind, it is
a comical thing:
it wants a new pair of earrings
when there are twelve
pairs in your dresser
not counting the ones
in your ears or the four more
you haven't worn
these past eight months
and a pair that you'd forgotten
just how lovely they are
until you saw them
nestled in their velvet box
saying, enjoy me.