Metanoia

Mismatched Socks

          Mismatched Socks

The laundry basket overflows
with socks unattended,
left to age without a mate;
seemingly useless, unable to
make a pair to smugly
warm the feet of humanity.
They might be paired regardless:
red with blue, black with grey,
white ribbed with silken white,
made useful apparel once more,
treasured now for their own
unique ability to warm
without concern for
astonished glances at
odd textures and colors
adorning left and right.