Thursday, February 14, 2013

what sets us apart

"It is simply washing one's clean linen in public." - Oscar Wilde


Yesterday’s laundry is to be taken down:

Two blouses – both Mother’s.
Trousers, inside-out,
Father’s shirts held across bamboo by the collar.
Sports-shorts, laces (two pairs, tied),
underwear of different sizes. A towel.

The house is quiet. I release each item, squeeze
pant-legs for hint of dampness. Here, frequent habits –
work-shirts and skirts – rank along the fresh additions.
Old cloth is stiff from the sun’s dry work, a map
of wrinkles long-set, while pegs easily mark
recent purchases: crepe and corduroy
for the coming New Year. Folded, the clothes
double in bulk and height, as piles on the dinner-table
form. Taste and colour tell the stacks apart.
The checks are Father’s; these stripes, mine.

I bring the careful sets upstairs, return them
to our respective rooms. What remains now is to hoist,
again, a new, wet weight to their vacated perch.
Smallest items inside, a neat, white row,
followed by ties, towels, tees. Heavy shirts last,
shoulder-to-shoulder, against the sunlit window.  
Closer to noon these will be lifted out, and made
to break the shadow of the block. But for now this

is what family means: to know which seams
are broken, and which ties worn. To feel, each morning,
for last night’s rain. To trust the clean, strong sun.

(laundry; theophilus kwek)

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