The Dying Art of Dishwashing
   by Denise Kincy


With aging eyes, I witness modernization.

Lying against my antique headboard,

goose down pillows propped behind me,

I watch my new plasma TV,

strategically centered, magically connected,

constantly tuned in to reality.

But in this age of convenience and invention,

There’s one simple thing that relieves my tension.

I stand in front of my kitchen window,

gazing, cocooned, entranced.

Then I dip my hands in the soapy water,

and my soul begins to dance.

I travel to places I’ve never been,

Imagine myself young and free,

My broken heart mends, my guilt disappears.

I’m forgiven for sins committed over years.

All of this happens right here in my mind,

all of these things come true.

When I wash the dishes, life becomes simple.

And just for a while, I stop thinking of you.



Author’s Bio:

Denise Kincy’s poetry, fiction and essays have appeared in such publications as The Sword Review, Skive Magazine, True Romance and the Culture Star Reader, who nominated her story “Breath” for a Pushcart Prize in 2005.