I like curved things like the
arms of a rocking chair that
would mold my cupped hand
to fit; a curve that shapes the
moon as it passes through the
universe, the curve of the ear
of a coffee mug that is just big
enough for two or three fingers
on one hand, while the other
cups the warmth against
the first tea of the morning.
If life throws me a curve, I can
dash it against my anger and frustration
to leave me weak and vulnerable.
When my sky seems empty, I can cup
my hands and heart around it to feel
the ease of the rocking chair with
the warmth of fresh brewed tea.
“Cultivate your curves ~ they may be dangerous but they won’t be avoided.”
~ Mae West
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