Ode to our Floor
Oh floor, oh supporter of our feet
Oh self-effacing ecologically sound sustainable grass product
Oh floor. You are so much more
Than that.
I loved no other before you.
The stained and filthy rag that we trod on
Is now in the past
In the dump
Where it belongs
But you, oh floor of our delight
You make our footsteps sound
Meaningful. Like we might suddenly start dancing
but not in tap shoes. Oh no. Slippery in silent stocking feet we glide over your toasty surface.
Look how the scarf I started during your installation
(in something soft and comforting. The transition was not easy.)
Look how the scarf winds its cashmerino way over your boards.
It wishes to have its wicked scarf way with you.
It is ribbed for your pleasure.
Oh floor, what bamboo joy you have brought into our ground floor.
I will buy you a mop. I will sing songs of love to you.
And you will make my singing sound good, oh acoustically forgiving floor.
Oh floor.
Clean, green and serene
Expansive tonal bounty:
A new bamboo floor
Your floor inspires me to say,
I hope to have one like it some day.
I always knew that
ribbed sweaters
were wicked
That must be why
I own several –
and live in the desert