Mindful Dishwashing

only melodic harp sounds
through iphone earbuds, this
mixed with running water
and soap, my evening
meditation, where grease and

life dissolve in smooth
towel strokes, most nights
i can feel heart
breathing inside, as fingers
cradle cups, plates, pans

i imagine each one
a delicate life, serving
the world, this humble
sink servant, these nothing
moments of pure peace

Freedom During Quarantine

these evenings I stay up
late, just to see what has
accumulated during quarantine
days, overabundant family
time, the same dog walks
over and over, this darkened
hour is the only quiet space
without Zoom, or TikTok,
Netflix, or email invading
every minute, here I am
again, pretending to write
poems, freedom disguised
as ink words on a page