shore

A steady swish and swash

whispers from the dishwasher.

The tide of soap and water

swiftly ebbs and flows

with white noise,

the song of all-is-done,

all-is-well,

no more urgency of

clattering silverware,

clinking dishes,

stirring peppers and potatoes,

cracking eggs,

buttering,

salting,

tasting,

serving,

clearing.

All is done for the day.

I sit by lamplight,

cat in my lap,

book open to the next chapter

to read,

to rest,

to doze to the song of the sea

in a box

and imagine that I’m at the ocean,

waves shushing me,

wind feathering my hair,

my toes in the sand,

leaving footprints as I stroll

along the shore.

This evening,

listening to the swashing song

of day-is-done,

I stroll the shore of my thoughts.

Perhaps even here,

I will leave footprints.

– kh –

Nurture peace, cultivate kindness, and carry the calm.

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