Fine china gathering dust untouched
while my everyday mug with a chip near the lip
is used daily
We reach for the things that are familiar and dear
and let the “good” rot away out of misplaced fear
that we will break the beautiful things
and then we won’t have them
But what is the point of beautiful
if we don’t dare to touch
isn’t it much better then
to be as useful as an ordinary mug?
At least it is,
if we want to be touched?
