Pegs
Small things really are overlooked.
A few inches of plastic or wood
with a tiny spring that bites just enough.
Yet, they hold stories in place.
Laundry dancing on a line,
shirts flapping like flags of life,
sun whitening them till they radiate peace.
A peg keeps what the wind tries to steal.
A sock.
A note on a board.
A photo that means too much.
They are guardians of the everyday…
simple, firm,
silent.
Wow-y how something so small
can decide whether things stay
or fly away.
Sometimes,
people are like pegs too.
They clasp gently,
hold us steady
through storms
and sudden gusts.