Poem: Ablutions


The week begins anew.
People you know and love, are suffering.
You too, truth be known.

and yet here you are,
sitting with a cup of coffee at your diner.

as if all was normal. All was well.
If you needed a reminder,
the headlines shout out that all is not.

Plague. Death. Injustice. Lies.
Failings. Flailings.
A world gone mad.

You got up this morning.
Beat the demons like a drum
and left them on the floor.

You are wired for battle.
The more you fight.
The more you fight well.

Normalcy your weapon. Rituals
of prayers and words
and the hard head that drove your father so mad

serving you well.
allowing you to serve others,
part of your own healing.

The work of it all
keeping you sane, infusing you
with purpose.

You sip your coffee
with discipline. Forcing yourself
to savor it’s sweet bitterness.

Rituals. Rejoicing the tiny gifts.
Even now.
Especially now.

About this poem

The word ablutions means the act of washing one’s self. It can be physical, emotional or spiritual. Or all three.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s