Poem: Life Revolves

My life revolves around laundry soap,
meals that burn, dogs that bark, floors begging to be swept

Where are the things that matter?
I imagine lovers touching gently in the night;
talk with friends; drumming the moon; candles, and glowing satori.

Life revolves, around toilet paper,
dishes to be washed, kids that need tending.

What makes me think that death
would make this any more real?

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My life revolves around laundry soap,
meals that burn, dogs that bark, floors begging to be swept

Where are the things that matter?
I imagine lovers touching gently in the night;
talk with friends; drumming the moon; candles, and glowing satori.

Life revolves, around toilet paper,
dishes to be washed, kids that need tending.

What makes me think that death
would make this any more real?

I breathe deeply. hold a dish to be washed,
javish it with suds, breathe and wash,
breathe and wash—
each dish an offering.

With each breath, let life begin.

Tom Elliott
Grass Range, Montana

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Thich Nhat Hanh January 15, 2020

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