I laid out twenty-two new shining glasses.
Regal, sparkling and tall.
I took each one in hand,
a rag in the other,
and turned on the water.
Suds spooling round
up and down
whirling softly
with old hands
washing with precision.
It's three am and I stand solitary
and tired at the kitchen sink.
I keep my socketed eyes
down to the glass and suds
for fear of looking into the reflection
of the window above.
An hour drones by,
I don't notice.
Busy standing still
in the dead of night,
up and down
round and round
suds bubbling
from old hands
washing precisely.
I wash them once
I wash them twice and set them to dry.
I dry them once
I dry them twice and set them side by side.
I won't be using these, no,
the glasses are for others,
to look proper while shining and clinking
and tipping and sipping
and laughing and being happy.
Eyes down from the window,
where a haggard thing waits,
I look to the glasses,
and wash them once more.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC
I laid out twenty-two new shining glasses.
Regal, sparkling and tall.
I took each one in hand,
a rag in the other,
and turned on the water.
Suds spooling round
up and down
whirling softly
with old hands
washing with precision.
It's three am and I stand solitary
and tired at the kitchen sink.
I keep my socketed eyes
down to the glass and suds
for fear of looking into the reflection
of the window above.
An hour drones by,
I don't notice.
Busy standing still
in the dead of night,
up and down
round and round
suds bubbling
from old hands
washing precisely.
I wash them once
I wash them twice and set them to dry.
I dry them once
I dry them twice and set them side by side.
I won't be using these, no,
the glasses are for others,
to look proper while shining and clinking
and tipping and sipping
and laughing and being happy.
Eyes down from the window,
where a haggard thing waits,
I look to the glasses,
and wash them once more.
