Fill the basin
To half full
Cram the dishes
Into the white soapy
Bubbles and very hot water
Too hot for hands
And dish clothes
Wait, write a poem
Have a cup of coffee
And pat myself on the back
For doing three things
All in the same bunch of moments
What can be said
You dig in
Oh, water's still too hot
Pour myself
Another coffee
Contemplate the state
Of the unkempt Kitchen floor