A Poem for a Thursday #107

Danusha Laméris is an American poet. She has won several prizes and was the the 2018-2020 Poet Laureate of Santa Cruz County, California. She lives in Santa Cruz and teaches poetry.
I've been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs to let you by. Or how strangers still say "bless you" when someone sneezes, a leftover from the Bubonic plague. "Don't die," we are saying. And sometimes, when you spill lemons from your grocery bag, someone else will help you pick them up. Mostly, we don't want to harm each other. We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot, and to say thank you to the person handing it. To smile at them and for them to smile back. For the waitress to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder, and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass. We have so little of each other, now. So far from tribe and fire. Only these brief moments of exchange. What if they are the true dwelling of the holy, these fleeting temples we make together when we say, "Here, have my seat," "Go ahead--you first," "I like your hat." Small Kindnesses Danusha Laméris



2 Comments
Michelle Ann
Nice sentiments, but I wonder when poetry becomes prose? I initially read this on Blolovin, and it ran the lines together, so I assumed it was your second paragraph, and went looking for the poem!
jllee656
There is sometimes a thin line between prose and poetry. I tend to like poems that edge over into prose territory.