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 you have not worn
these past eight months and
a pair that you had
forgotten just how lovely they are
until you saw them, nestled
in their velvet box, saying:
Enjoy me.
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