When time runs too fast
And she struggles to keep up
When thoughts run amok
And she is tired chasing them
She does the dishes.
She stands alert… Attentive
Near the basin as the tap
Gushes water
The sponge soaked in soap
Carefully traverses the flat
Terrain of the dishes
Frothing bubbling
As if
Dispensing all emotions
While quietly cleansing
A certain calm sets in
As the dishes gracefully
Allow the sponge to glide
And the stress to slide
With the water doing the
Last bit of letting the
Grime dissolve and rush
To the drain
Defeated and finally exiled
Like a wicked character
In Shakespeare’s play.
The sequence repeated
With every dish with
The same quiet and focussed
Vigor
Till the mind becomes fluid
And there is created a flow
As effortless as the water
Running down the drain.
And she cleanses her tired soul
Laden with grime
One dish at a time.
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