Light on the Hill © Kathryn Wedge 2019
Fredric Hildebrand Poetry
Make time for silence. Pay attention. Experience the mystery of the moment. Find the extraordinary in the ordinary.
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Make time for silence. Pay attention. Experience the mystery of the moment. Find the extraordinary in the ordinary.
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Morning: Laundromat
A tattooed couple by the bank of video games are fondling each other. Fluorescent lights, lime green walls haven’t dampened their ardor. Loud cartoons on the single TV. The overwhelming scent of Pine-Sol. A cleaner wonders aloud about the stupidity of someone who would use powder detergent in a slot clearly marked LIQUID ONLY. Coins clink into the tray of the change machine. I open the lid of a washer. Next to me a young mother, with two infants and two carts of clothes, recommends the triple loader instead. It costs more, but it’s a better wash. I take her advice and stuff in two dog beds, measure out the Tide, plunge quarters into the box. She returns to her pile of clothes, smiling, her babies cooing. Happiness. It comes on unexpectedly. It is enough. Published in The Sky Island Journal, January 2021 |