How could one not love a poem that opens this way:
What a person desires in life
is a properly boiled egg.
This isn’t as easy as it seems.
and contains these lines:
Only God could have imagined from
nothingness the pang of salt.
I dare you not to be won over by this poem. Thanks to The Writer's Almanac for introducing me to it.
Read the entirety of "A Quiet Life," by Baron Wormser, here.