It's Still Life

Through an Old Window

I was born
in rainwater, with clothespins
sewn in my pockets.
I was a burden
and a blessing.
I was air
drifting in old windows,
and I was the passing
of that century when
fishes and loaves
were born
in a roadside kitchen.

Remixed text from Written by Himself a poem by Gregory Pardlo image WikiArt Public Domain, Churchyard in the Rain by Vincent van Gogh. Poem ©️ Misky 2020