The Teapot
by Robert Bly
That morning I heard water being poured into a teapot. The sound was an ordinary, daily, cluffy sound. But all at once, I knew you loved me. An unheard-of thing, love audible in falling water.
from Talking Into The Ear of a Donkey (2011, W.W. Norton)
How I love this. And a poem that's easily understood and yet a WOW. I could use more of these.
I love this 🫖