You can’t blame gravity for falling in love
Albert Einstein
But one man sometimes thought how happy
he would be living in a small village
rather than this metropolis,
a storybook town where there was one
of everything, one teacher, one preacher,
one policeman, someone to hop the beer,
another to slosh it, a weaver to warp the cloth,
a seamstress to sew, one birdwatcher
whom the rest could ask what was
that fluffy brown thing at the feeder,
a potter, a painter, each solitary and content,
himself the poet who could say to the knitter,
thank you for the socks or to the baker
who was almost beautiful and a little lonely,
this is my lyric for your loaf of bread.
Lois Marie Harrod’s 18th collection Spat was published in May 2021 and her chapbook Woman in 2020. Dodge poet, life-long educator and writer, she is published in literary journals and online ezines from American Poetry Review to Zone 3. More info and links to her online work www.loismarieharrod.org