My Love Blessing The Plastic Poem by Eleonora Woods

My love is like a soft supplier that makes everything go smoother and I try to wish it onto everything I see. Even unto the plastics 'cause there is so much of it. When one is on the street one cannot look the other way because there is no way without it and it will not go away and so I give my love to it and follow what is happening when I come home. What's happening is that I sit here in my sunny room drinking a coffee and enjoying apple pie with whip cream and the best I ever had because the sun is shining and I love it all today. I love the plant that like a little palm tree stands upon the blondish rug and catches all the light on its green fingered leaves and makes it like a little shelter for a little beast or for a little joy that likes a game of hide and seek.
I need to vacuum actually, but my coffee tastes so good that I decide to love the dust and little rubble in its stead.
I watch my head and it is light and it rejoices with the sight of a red string of felt hanging or rather thrown over a vase of fragile yellow flowers and I wonder how and when it was that I did that? Yes, I wonder. On this wonderful occasion that is called my morning ritual just sitting at a table drinking coffee and eating my apple pie, while watching how the room is glowing with my love when I have blessed the plastics first that won't go anyway.