the balancing act

Melting Ceramics by Artist Livia Marin

Right side of me

Weaved & staggered like a leaf

Caught in a summer storm-

After washing dirty cups left the previous night

Wiping sink & bathtub free of suds & grime

After picking up clothes & socks on the floor

Folding & ironing clothes with tenacity of a turtle

After you grumbled like a bear while doing laundry



While balancing children's activities around my hips

I drive to and from my work in the city

While buying groceries you had forgotten to buy

I think of paying the home bills

While sharpening the knife in preparing tonight's dinner 

Left side of me

Blanched & melted, indelible ink

   Blue, weight of the mountain

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Squeak NOT a protest

the g-r-o-a-n-i-n-g 
was so LOUD, 
an old man 
yoked by his burden, 
grasping for a/i/r-

i will do something about it,
hubby said

the next morning, after setting 
the clothes to dry, i {wait}  
for the sounds-- 
hum~drum~hum~drum~hum~
a mild protest
akin to the wind, wearily blowing 
dry the soggy fields--

i ask my hubby what he did,
knowing his knack for youtube search-
how:to:repair:anything?:

well, i had a conversation w/ 
the dryer--

he began-
i already fiXed the water pipe,



then with a [gentle]   
kick on its side-



do NOT give me any #problems !!!

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Folding the clothes

On the bed, newly dry socks  
- scatter like colored marbles -

Collarless shirts meditate 
- which one goes to which one -

But folded always, once and twice
- they quiet down, like sleepy children -  

Even big towels fall into predictable squares
- shorts, into smaller squares -

Pants fold and greet themselves, 
- while undergarments relax, deflated balloons -  

Office shirts wrinkle in sleep
- buttons exchange gossips across hangers - 

This is close to a zen moment
- neat piling and tidy tucking in drawers -

Almost like raked stones in Japanese garden,
- before they tumble down like storm clouds -



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From Mayer's Experiments:  Writing household poems 

And this picture made me smile: