Straining and twisting out moisture.
Forcing out dirt from a cruddy bit of fabric.
Hording unclean water to purify.
My hopes and dreams are for the washing machine.
When housework is a bore, not a marathon.
We may join the at ant-hole and work.
While machines do the chores for us.
But warm water is enough for now.
A fire, underneath a pot.
Some sustenance, some energy for the day.
Enough to make my hopes and dreams come true.
