April 2 Poetry: Hanging the Wash

Laundry and hanging the wash has a special place in my heart. Even if it is a slightly irrational special places. This poem captures a geography beautifully. You can feel the heat and the western starkness in how the laundry dries. This poet is from Washinton (I think) but also has some poems in Spiritual Direction magazines...kind of cool I think.


Hanging the Wash

Summer afternoon,
Hanging the wash,
The water is hard.
A fiery wind
Whips across my face,
Clothes blow stiff,
Color drenched,
In slow motion,
A black scorpion
Lifts her tail
Like a Japanese dancer

By Breindel Lieba Kasher