Washing Machine of Life
Throw it in,
The grime of the day
And week
And stains
From yester-year.
It’s still there, after all.
In one day,
A funeral
Can turn up
Hurts from yester-year:
Those we once loved
And moved on
Or have we?
All while
A call
To the NRMA
Is placed to fix
That bloody car
Again
Comes the memories
Of good times,
Failures and hurts,
Near
And years back.
The wanting
To reconnect
Yet disconnect
In the same motion.
All this is thrown in
And spins
Round and round
And round
The agitation
At the centre of life.
The emotions bubble
Up and churning
In the foamy flow,
As you
Spin
Around
And are
Wrung,
Finally coming to
Rest.
Waiting to be
Hung out to dry.
Washed out
And limp
And left
To the elements.
Simon C.J. Falk 19 June 2015
In our lives we can return to things, places and people. The baggage can revisit us new experiences are added to the mix. The verse above captures something of that.
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