Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Washing Dishes

Just a cloth, some soap and water, and a little pressure.
Feeling the warm water soak your hands and slip through your fingers.
Calm as you notice bubbles emerging, disappearing, and then forming again.
Stains fall away from steel and plastic and glass, almost without putting up a fight. Soon it's as if they were never there to begin with.
In a trance as you watch the work of your hands, making things clean.

Or spotless, clear, pretty, perfect, beautiful, right... whatever adjective that just doesn't seem to describe you or your life no matter how hard you try. 
Then you're done. And now you can say that, even if small and inanimate, at least you were able to make something clean.

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