The Spoon

Some days I think I need nothing

more in life than a spoon.

With a spoon I can eat oatmeal,

or take the medicine doctors prescribe.

I can swat a fly sleeping on the sill

or pound the table to get attention.

I can point accusingly at God

or stab the empty air repeatedly.

Looking into the spoon’s mirror,

I can study my small face in its shiny bowl,

or cover one eye to make half the world

disappear. With a spoon

I can dig a tunnel to freedom,

spoonful by spoonful of dirt,

or waste life catching moonlight

and flinging it into the blackest night.

~ R. Jones

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