Doing the pots

Journal page inspired by doing the pots.

There’s a reason sinks are put by windows,

they allow for the distraction of watching,

as a breeze shakes the sun-stained fig leaves

or a bee drink in the too-hot pink of sweet peas.

A back twinge and my attention shifts

to pink hands wrinkled from too-hot water.

A distant sound of gaming and laughter

The kitchen is my escape place,

where that feelings of being

too aware of myself

and not belonging in a teenage world

subsides, amidst the suds.

A place I can clear and control, be calm and create.

Only for the mugs, glasses and plates to collect

once again.

Under the window, by the sink. Unnoticed.

Just like me.