Objectified
Jul 3, 2021
Sometimes, yes,
you are an object to me
to meet an urgent lack.
At times, you’ve been
a silken bolster
for promise in the dew light
when mornings come too early;
a stony buttress
of mellow joy and charity
when days lean hard against me;
a lugger’s cable
hauling me to calm harbors
when torment roils my oceans;
a gazetteer page
with incredible futures
when my own dreams dry out;
These you have been
and will be again.
