every morning i make myself breakfast;
flat bread with cheese spread and salad,
sometimes a can of fish in spicy tomato
sauce, and i brew a cup of redbush tea.
dirty dishes go to the washing-up bowl,
and i collect them until there are enough
to make it worthwhile to heat up a kettle
of water. who needs a dishwasher, right?
because you see, i like washing dishes,
methodically breaking through a pile
of bowls and plates, putting an even row
of washed cups and glasses on the dryer.
and, by polishing the cutlery, for a brief
moment, i could give the impression
that it was just another day or two.