Wobbling

Social distancing on our porch

with the latest New Yorker

and a stack of poetry books

the table I write on wobbles

I place cardboard under a leg

and still it wobbles

I open Wallace Stevens, Collected Poems

turn to a random page

marvel at how he uses

words in unique ways

I put down the book

but still the table wobbles

I pick him up, again

feel the heft

of a good book in my hand

place it under a table leg

It stops wobbling, thank you

Wallace Stevens, you never cease to amaze.

4-4-20