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washing the dishes distracted
feel myself hurrying up,
still greasy, just let it go,
who cares, it’s good enough,
a pit of emotion like a murder
of crows cawing in my mind’s tree:
grief. fear. doubt. anxiety. insecurity.
you’ve been here before- a soft whisper
anchor your breath. feel the water.
use the soap. wash your dish
with intention. with passion. with courage.  
nothing else matters, but this dish.
clean, dry, put away in its place, ready for use.