Sunday Poetry: That Special Undiscovered Something

Welcome to Sunday Poetry.   If this is your first visit you can read about the purpose and inspiration of my Sunday poetry blogs here.

I'll confess I've spent a lot of time the past weeks discarding things I've held on to for years.  Clothes.  Books.  Manuscripts.  The list goes on and on.  You  know you have the makings of a hoarder when much of what you've held on to isn't worth giving away, but must be hidden deep in your trash can, known only to the chomp of the garbage truck as it shreds and compacts what you might once have treasured.

I am happy to say that much of what I've gotten rid of did have enough life left to warrant passing on to a new owner.  We've found many organizations that take donations.  Today the Lupus Society carried away an entire front porch of small furniture, bags of useful clothings, knick-knacks.  Goodwill has been a recipient, as has our local library and later this week, the Popular Culture Library at Bowling Green State University in Ohio. 

When I came across At the Goodwill by Timothy Walsh, I felt that shiver I've come to know when a poem seems to have been written for me.  Although I doubt Timothy Walsh had me precisely on his mind as he penned this one.  But enjoy it, as I did, and see if it resonates for you in the same way.

Remember there are no quizzes here, no right ways to read or contemplate the poem we share.  Absolutely no dissecting allowed.  Just come along for the "read."  What line, word or thought will you carry with you this week?  If you'd like to tell us where the poem took you?  We'll listen.