love and laundry
My first simple pleasure meditation,
Hanging out sweet smelling damp laundry
slowly, hand, to peg, to cloth.
Taking time to smooth each garment gently.
Watching the soft summer breeze
Come, take hold and dance with our clothes.
My son’s small tops and underwear,
So sweetly hanging next to mine.
Love in action, simple care, simple moments.
The light, fresh and bright of early morning.
Then we are off to school and work.
When I return, sons collected from childcare,
food placed on table and hungry bellies filled.
I turn once more to the laundry.
It is evening now, still soft dusk,
still sun-warmed sweet smelling now
from garden blossoms and tree pollen.
I take down each item and fold them
gently against my skin, then against each other,
into three piles, three loves.
The pegs gathered back into their own basket,
Organised for the coming day, to repeat.