Marilyn Robertson feels pretty much the way we do when it comes to finding good reasons to do what we want for our aching muscles, our morale, our spiritual well being and — oh, yes — our sanity. And it’s pretty good therapy after listening to the news or reading the paper’s editorial page. Here’s a new poem from her new collection, Living With Light.
That Time of Day
Don’t you love that time of day when
you can shed those dirty clothes and head for the bath?
This feels so good, I always say,
easing down under the bubbles, knowing that
a clean person can no longer go out and do more
yardwork, move more rocks, trap more gophers.
A clean person may sit at the piano and play
an etude, may read an old book
on an old couch, may have some cashews
and a piece of gorgonzola.
Evening will come the the clean person
as it will to the dirty one, but the clean person
will be better able to enjoy it,
having had both the nuts and the cheese,
plus a little something in a minor key.
We hope to use a bubble-bath graphic is by Sasukexkaname, but thus far we’re unable to find Sasukexkaname’s e-mail address.