A Plain Ordinary Steel Needle Can Float on Pure Water by Kay Ryan
Who hasn’t seen
a plain ordinary
steel needle float serene
on water as if lying on a pillow?
The water cuddles up like Jell-O.
It’s a treat to see water
so rubbery, a needle
so peaceful, the point encased
in the tenderest dimple.
It seems so simple
when things or people
have modified each other’s qualities
we almost forget the oddity
This poem was selected by Rick K. (Children’s Librarian)