green cardigan sweater

the old cardigan sweater 

had fallen to the floor

strangely arranged

in a histrionic tizzy of a heap – 

a green woolly diva in meltdown –

not at all itself

(which was reliable and comforting and there)

and though I was having a bad day

(hence, my perspective I suppose) 

I picked it up and snuggled –   

blanketing myself 

in the familiar cozy thing

it smelled faintly of Vicks

and held a bedraggled dandelion 

in its pocket

and I felt my spirits lift, a bit 

note:  published:  Verse Afire (Ontario Poetry Society) Jan.-Apr. 2014 Edition.

photo:  Cardigan Sweater – W. Bourke

© 2013 Wendy Bourke