Thursday, August 20, 2009

Daily Meditation

I sit -
in my lotus of solitude
and observe as thoughts unfurl
like saffron petals,
rise and disperse,
in twists of sunlight and dust.

Memory arises of conversation
with a kitchenhand
of indeterminate gender.

I said, 'You can never
make something clean
in a dirty place.'

Together we emptied out his dishwater,
lifted handfuls of meat scraps, bone,
vegetable peels, from the drain,
and scrubbed - sink, bench, walls, taps,
rinsed off plates and pots,
then refilled the sink
with hot soapy water.

I watched as he took this as a metaphor
and applied it to his life -

father who beat him,
stepfather who belittled him,
mother too timid to protect him.

Watched him scrub down all his benches
till his pots sparkled in the sunshine.


Blogger J.B. Rowell said...


9:20 AM  
Blogger burning moon said...

Hi Julia! Nice to see you!

1:32 PM  
Blogger Chris Never said...

It is indeed, a very well written piece kid, definitely one to submit somewhere

4:06 PM  
Blogger burning moon said...

Thanks. It took me ages to write this. And then I only used half of what I'd written.

8:20 PM  

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