We’re still featuring Joel M. Toledo’s works here at Gathering Books. This Friday, I’m featuring a poem from his collection The Long Lost Startle as we join today’s host Carol’s Corner for Poetry Friday.
I love poetry that talks about the very mundane things. Yeah, I love those poems that deal with all of those big abstract terms like Love, Freedom, Grief, Pain and whatnot. However, there is something magical about a poem that captures the details of a moment. I chose Dusting for that reason. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Dusting These things moving in wind, We have names for them: feather, dust, bird. That which, now and then, urges leaves to nudge the movable branches. Sometimes, we may even see their quiet collisions, flecks of sudden and minute life as this afternoon, sitting on the porch and watching my wife dusting off blankets, the sunlight gathering around her lithe body, our children running under the swayed trees and the startled birds, the dust swirling joyously everywhere, celebrating their release. And I am held in awe of the things that move in the world, or are moved, and of the privacy of the living all the many rising objects revealed only by retraction, and why I just sit here. Straining.