Filling my Purse with Commas
All afternoon, each time
I think I should hurry,
I pull out a comma,
such humble punctuation,
and invite it into the moment—
and the comma does
what it always does, which
is to invite a pause, a small pause,
of course, but a pause long enough
to breathe, to notice what else
is happening, a slight
suggestion that right here
is a perfect place to rest,
yes, how funny I never noticed
before that the comma itself
looks as if it’s bowing, nodding
its small dark head to what is,
encouraging us to find
a brief silence and then,
thus refreshed, to go on.
first published on First Sip
https://afirstsip.blogspot.com/2019/08/a-small-pause.html?fbclid=IwAR293vLkqR0pWDxwVskXGYRUgbdrSfNpLNUCq_brpcLSk30hY5wUIkj74Pc
