Another One from Luci Shaw...

Odd Couples

Things are so often
at odds with their containers.

Our cat once nested her young
in a bureau drawer.

The copper kettle on the shelf
is boiling with partridge berries.

Other mixed metaphors rush
to be recognized:

That baby in the corncrib.
God in a sweaty carpenter's body.

Eternity spilled the third day
from a hole in the hill

for you, a painter-plumber,
me, a poet sorting socks,

all of us teetotalers drunk
on the Holy Ghost.