milk

there can be
nothing to eat
in the house,
but i'm never
without milk,
or so it seems.
i've gone from
whole to two
per cent, but
truthfully I
don't care,
pour me
anything but
skim. I
love the cold
white wash
of milk with
so many things.
it's childhood
in hand. it's
clean and cold.
from the cradle
until death,
give me a glass
of milk.
i remember
it delivered
by truck
in the early
morning, yes
i'm that old,
and set upon
the stoop,
and reaching
out to grab
the chilled glass
bottle,
eggs too.
but from what
i recall
there was
always milk,
and nothing
much else.