i wash dishes
for an hour, more or less,
i do not mind the dishes
they must be washed
this occupies the body
yet my mind is free
to wander and hold conversations
while my hands hold the dishes
i pray
for humility and patience
while washing dishes
for hours each week
my mind writes poetry
and stories and turns of phrase
while my hands wash ceramic
the poems wash my heart
as they occupy my soul
while soap and scrubber
occupy my hands
it is not unusual
to drop a dish
sometimes they break
while others clatter and spin to rest
either way
i laugh at my carelessness
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