Here you are performing the
Sacred ritual of
Laundry.
Gathering the past
To become purified
And new again.
Agitated and spun
As dirt and iridescent bubbles
Dance
In holy water
Before the tide recedes
And the cycle continues
Turning up the heat.
You sing
With basket laden hip
Overturning recent memory
Onto your bed.
These reminders of
Your bygone self
Return to the fold
The socks you wore to work
The pants you chose first
The shirt you wanted everyone to see
The other you wanted no one to see.
This sacred ritual
Reflection
Is the work that
Never ends.
Not drudgery
It just means
You are alive.
So, what will you put on today?
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