Hearth

I like the mismatched plates and bowls
piled together like findings from thirteen different garage sales,
most of them chipped
except for the plastic one in the middle.

Also the random assortment of glasses on the shelf above
as if there is a deliberate attempt to have
just the right size for every occasion.

This, after all is how life is,
and a sign of a good use of the limited time.
If everything is clean and dry and put away,
what else is there really to ask for?