How do I know? It is in the touch of her fingers as she formed my spout, the intricate inlay in my belly, the unadulterated attention she gave as she attached my handle.
Sometimes I get so full up taking in all the little beauties around me, she said, I plumb forget all the big things I’d been intending to complain about.
As raindrops cascaded swiftly down
thatched rooftops, divining whither ants
in springtime migration travel, red
and purple peonies prepared for
their summer sojourners welcomed soon.