I’ve been studying the difference
between mundane and meaningful,
checking chores off my weekly checklist.
I push the vacuum across the carpet,
forming concentric circles
around the coffee table,
like a Zamboni resurfacing the ice
before the Stanley Cup final.
My colleague and fellow slicer challenged me to craft a response poem to “White Towels” by Richard Jones
I have been studying the difference
between solitude and loneliness,
telling the story of my life
to the clean white towels taken warm from the dryer.
I carry them through the house
as thought they were my children
asleep in my arms.