Monday, 7 January 2008

The Zen of Housework

The Zen of Housework

I look over my own shoulder
down my arms
to where they disappear under water
into hands inside pink rubber gloves
moiling among dinner dishes.
My hands lift a wine glass,
holding it by the stem and under the bowl.
It breaks the surface
like a chalice
rising from a medieval lake.
Full of the grey wine
of domesticity, the glass floats
to the level of my eyes.
Behind it, through the window
above the sink, the sun, among
a ceremony of sparrows and bare branches,
is setting in Western America.
I can see thousands of droplets
of steam -- each a tiny spectrum -- rising
from my goblet of grey wine.
They sway, changing directions
constantly -- like a school of playful fish,
or like the sheer curtain
on the window to another world.
Ah, grey sacrament of the mundane!

~ Al Zolynas ~
(The New Physics)





Posted here to mark my birthday today

2 comments:

Sarah Conner said...

Nice poem.

Happy birthday, I hope you have a nice day.

Janet said...

Birthday wishes from me too. Only just found this blog, it's fun.