Daily

by naomi shihab nye
these shriveled seeds we plant,
corn kernel, dried bean,
poke into loosened soil,
cover over with measured fingertips
5 these t-shirts we fold
into perfect white
squares
these tortillas we slice and fry to crisp strips
this rich egg scrambled in a gray clay bowl
10 this bed whose covers i straighten
smoothing edges till blue quilt fits brown blanket
and nothing hangs out
this envelope i address
so the name balances like a cloud
15 in the center of the sky
this page i type and retype
this table i dust till the scarred wood shines
this bundle of clothes i wash and hang and wash again
like flags we share, a country so close
20 no one needs to name it
the days are nouns: touch them
the hands are churches that worship the world

which figure of speech is used most in this poem?

a.

imagery

b.

metaphor

c.

personification