A poem
The warm water runs
cleansing each plate and cup
soap bubbles pop
sending spurts of joy
Hands immersed
in mundane tasks
finding calm in the routine
small sacred rituals
The clink of bowls
the swish of the sponge
a meditation
on presentness
Notices glimmers
light refracting rainbows
from slippery curves
finding beauty here
In the kitchen
over sink
ordinary moments
become holy
Washing dishes
with care and presence
can be prayer
can be praise
