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[katminnaar.livejournal.com]

THE ZEN OF HOUSEWORK

I look over my own shoulder
down my arms
to where they disappear under water
into hands inside pink rubber gloves
moiling among dinner dishes.

My hands lift a wine glass,
holding it by the stem and under the bowl.
It breaks the surface
like a chalice
rising from a medieval lake.

Full of the grey wine
of domesticity, the glass floats
to the level of my eyes.
Behind it, through the window
above the sink, the sun, among
a ceremony of sparrows and bare branches,
is setting in Western America.

I can see thousands of droplets
of steam--each a tiny spectrum--rising
from my goblet of gray wine.
They sway, changing directions
constantly--like a school of playful fish,
or like the sheer curtain
on the window to another world.

Ah, grey sacrament of the mundane!

--Al Zolynas

Comments

[moireach.livejournal.com]

What an incredible last line in a wonderfully accessible poem.

[katminnaar.livejournal.com]

I thought so, too. :)

[iamkatia.livejournal.com]

Nice.

I've never heard of Zolynas.

Is he relatively new?

[katminnaar.livejournal.com]

Here's a site for more info:

http://capa.conncoll.edu/zolynas.phys.htm#zen

:)