(poetry diary 20) Feeling bored as usual with nightly chores, (do the laundry, fix the lunches, wash the dishes, lay out the clothes, etc. etc.) last night I went looking for more poems about necessary mundanities. Susan Meyer’s “Mother, Washing Dishes,” like Wilbur’s “Love Calls Us to the Things of This World” and David Budbill’s “This Shining Moment in the Now,” makes chore-doing seem like a spiritual and meditative practice.
It’s a nice way to think of chores, I suppose. Robert Hayden’s “Those Winter Sundays” could possibly be considered spiritual as well, as it portrays getting up early to warm the house and polish one’s son’s shoes as acts of love….
I’ll try to think of my own work in this way as I do it tonight. Ar.