Day after reading Raymond Carver's "Late Fragment"

Day after reading Raymond Carvers "Late Fragment"

When poets ask,
did you get enough from life,
I too say
yes,
say my days were filled
watching you patter about the kitchen
up to your cheeks in flour,
Russian teacakes
beginning to form neat rows
on the cookie tray.
It was enough
to sip coffee, watch you
wipe flour on your hip pockets,
sun sweeping the room,
black jeans transformed
amid fine haze
sifting to the floor
where you slid,
making designs,
not rows, but some new dance
I could emulate
if I had time, flour and faith
enough. The cakes took shape
mounded
like Jupiterean moons
in some galactic oven
becoming full, radiating heat
from their whiteness.
It was then
I sensed warmth in the haze.

Timothy Pilgrim

[Carver's "Late Fragment" asks the speaker if he got what he wanted from life. He replies that he did and that it was only to be able to call himself beloved and feel that way too.
(in A New Path to the Waterfall)]

Day after reading Raymond Carvers "Late Fragment"

[Carver's "Late Fragment" asks the speaker if he got what he wanted from life. He replies that he did and that it was only to be able to call himself beloved and feel that way too. (in A New Path to the Waterfall)]

[Carver's "Late Fragment" asks the speaker if he got what he wanted from life. He replies that he did and that it was only to be able to call himself beloved and feel that way too.
(in A New Path to the Waterfall)]