Doing Dishes
It stares at me with
opened mouth, hungry, waiting to be filled.
The water
p
o
u
r
s
from the tap, filling
the waiting sink.
Next comes the dish
soap. So excited to be used that it
B s
u e
b l
b
And frolics in the
hot water.
Once the sink is full
you think its hunger will be satisfied but no, it needs to create more work for
you before that’s possible.
Give me some dishes,
the bubbles beg, you can’t simply leave them around.
Now comes the hard
part, collecting the dishes from their hiding places.
They are everywhere.
Worse than playing hide and seek with children, the dishes are hidden in the
smallest, most unlikely of places.
Once you find them
they stare at you through dirt caked faces, begging to be cleaned once more,
hating you for leaving them this long, So you place them in the hot water.
Now the sink is
satisfied. You have filled it with the dishes and fed to it the dirt that was
once upon them.
You place the dishes
on the drying rack and grab a towel. As you dry them they squeak their thanks,
for you have made them sparkling white and beautiful once more.
As you drain the
water from the sink it gurgles its approval. “You have given me what I wanted”
it says. “I can’t wait until the next time, when you once again gift me with
the dirty dishes buffet, only try not to wait as long next time.
