Inventing Soap

I wish I had invented soap

now what a thing to do

each time a person washes clean

those vibes come back to you

I wish I had invented pearls

with luster and with sheen

strung up about the finest of necks

now that would be so keen...

I wish I had invented the car

the plane the fire or the wheel

Each one a miracle (of sort) which 'make' us

all so happy-such a deal

I wish I had invented Tupperware

gravy or some heels

instead of lazing all about or feigning

just spinning my wheels.

[And so I write this poem instead,
my offering to you ( I'll leave it to you to 'invent the wheel' )
...The tread of tires going 'round and 'round
Sweet Jesus--how it feel]
                                                   © K.Annie Powell