Yesterday I was shuffling through a store
And choosing several things I didn’t need –
Lipstick, conditioner, a candy bar,
A gel pen, Tupperware, ceramic beads –
But at the orange cheese popcorn I was sighing
About professed ideals and tedious jobs.
Was this the best my long hours could be buying?
I peered at several carts of other slobs –
Then heard a laugh, and turned, and Love was there:
“How could I mind you buying some cheap thing
Out of your costly work — how would I dare?
I bought you out of all My suffering,
“In spite of what it said about My taste,
And the endlessly more worthwhile things to do –
And no, I’ve never thought it was a waste:
I’m Love, you idiot, and though you’re you,
“I hold you in extravagant compassion.
No yard-sale browser ever gave less thought
To use or charm or storage space or fashion –
And yet I never part with what I’ve bought.”