Cosmology
The saltshaker disagrees
with the notion that there is
anything beyond the tabletop,
any substance more important
than salt. It breathes the sharp air
inside its belly. It sighs in the
humidity; two grains of white rice
rattle in the depths, helping its
thoughts flow more clearly.
This heat. In this heat, who would
begrudge it two grains of rice?
The saltshaker pretends they are
salt, too—though oblong, not
crystalline. It is the only way to
hold a world together sometimes,
this pretending. These breaths.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
the only way to hold the world together, pretending…ouch….so true….and love the approach you took with the salt shaker….
Thanks! It was sitting right next to me, and I thought it looked like a little person.
You have a way of making the small and easily ignored reveal some big truths. I love this poem.
Thank you so much!
I love how you bring the salt shaker to life…particularly the salts belief that there exists nothing beyond salt–what an ego!
A very fun and entertaining piece.
Thank you! The saltshaker was right next to me as I wrote this, and it looked like a little being who was both very sure of itself and also very insecure.
excellent ending. u bring out this life truth of life so clearly. sometimes pretending IS what hold things together.
Thank you! I think there’s a little hint of yours from last week in it. 🙂
Really wonderful, my favorite of yours so far :).
Thanks so much, Anna!
Existentialism for the dining table! Neat, sharp and witty. I enjoyed this.
yes like an oyster with a pearl incorporating it into itself.
I love that comparison, Lucy!