I keep going back to how doing the dishes makes me feel
warm, alive, full of purpose & moving forward, my placement: correct.
Give me the colon: exact directions to save me from worry
A dirty kitchen to clean, one task after another until I forget destiny.
Warm, alive, full of purpose & moving forward, my placement: correct.
The way the hours disappeared into the care & keeping of you
Our kitchen always a disarray, so many tasks with your face first
My new life confusing yet straightforward; your face as expansive as the ocean
Every hour’s purpose ticked into the care & keeping of you
Now your sunlight appears for an hour then scatters: the door shuts behind you
My new life confusing & not straightforward. Your face is still my ocean
A story as old as time doesn’t mean this story isn’t wholly mine
Your sunlight carries me backward & forward; my own door hangs by loose hinges
So I do the dishes & let the water carry me into the now
My story new enough that I feel like a stranger in the same old house
I keep moving forward & doing the dishes makes me feel O.K.