For me it’s a meditation <br />I do it slowly, lovingly <br />crying if I need to <br />or singing softly <br /> <br />But when Hans and Thea <br />come visiting dishwashing <br />becomes a competition, how fast <br />how many, in how short a time <br /> <br />In and out of the basin <br />in one sweeping movement <br />no time for quiet contemplation <br />I have to compete or be left behind <br /> <br />Forget silent action, sweet dedication <br />to thorough peacefulness, <br />my innocuous alienation - an escape <br />from too many people - <br /> <br />Is taken from me! <br />I rack my brains to <br />offer amiable conversation <br />without touching upon <br /> <br />The sweet elation <br />of the unknown <br />and strange <br />mystery…<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/f-dishwashing-competition/
