Poem for a Bowl

Gentle now  Press softly

Plastics holding plastics

Let warmth  Engulf you

As if it were a blanket  And now

you breathe as I breathe

And we smile  For the very thought

Of anything at all

Docile now  My love

Domestic and simple  Spent years

Chasing our tails To find

Such comfort in this dance of

Spigot spewing

Flowing water

Soapstone cracking

Seafoam bubbles

Swirling and cleansing as  Lips

Press to glass  It seems

Holiness is found  In these ceremonies

Dry your hands  On the back

Of my shirt  And let homeostasis

Grip us both