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Column 266

The Yellow Bowl

Intro by Ted Kooser
04.25.2010

The great Amer­i­can poet William Car­los Williams taught us that if a poem can cap­ture a moment in life, and bathe it in the light of the poet’s close atten­tion, and make it feel fresh and new, that’s enough, that’s ade­quate, that’s good. Here is a poem like that by Rachel Con­treni Fly­nn, who lives in Illinois. 

The Yellow Bowl

If light pours like water
into the kitchen where I sway
with my tired children,
 
if the rug beneath us
is woven with tough flowers,
and the yellow bowl on the table
 
rests with the sweet heft
of fruit, the sun-warmed plums,
if my body curves over the babies,
 
and if I am singing,
then loneliness has lost its shape,
and this quiet is only quiet.

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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2009 by Rachel Contreni Flynn, whose newest book, Tongue, is forthcoming from Red Hen Press. Reprinted from Haywire, Bright Hill Press, 2009, by permission of Rachel Contreni Flynn and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.