poetry

Cedar at the Sink

Cedar’s actually a year old in this photo 🙂

Cedar at the Sink

Cedar offers to do some dishes
runs warm water
and green soap
over white bowls
carefully lays things tipped over
on a silver ridged drainboard
and smiles at having helped

he’s 9 now but suddenly I see him back at 3
standing on the kitchen chair
with its back to the sink
wearing a corduroy apron
splashing cups in great drifts of suds
pouring and dumping and
scooping some more
overjoyed by the play
of water running over his hands
making things clean