Since I am on Spring Break, I have been reluctant to write about topics too deep or delve into a something too serious, or even think about something related to school. So when I saw Natasha post about her beloved water bottle, I unearthed my thoughts about my own water bottle.
I borrowed the Best Thing Poem format from Joyce Sidman.
My Water Bottle
The best thing is its size;
not too big, not too small.
I don’t even know how many ounces it holds
but size doesn’t matter anyway, right?
No, the best thing is it has a loop at the top
to clutch with only one finger as I rush out the door.
No, the best thing is its double wall
so doesn’t leave a puddle on my desk.
No, the best thing is its straw and spigot.
No need to tip it up to take a sip.
No, the best thing is its plain, blue color.
It doesn’t pay homage to the “home team” nor
claim allegiance to a college
but everyone knows it’s mine.