day 10 - the shape of absence.

These lines from a poem by Christina Hutchins cause me to feel sad, wistful, free, warm, regretful, at-home and far-off all at once. All from one simple image of a crumpled pair of jeans... I love when I read something that makes me fall in love with poetry all over again.

Here is the warmth of my stride, left in a heap

on a rug beside the bed, blue jeans shed

in the shapes of my legs. I, too, have held

the shape of an absence.