It all
counts as practice—
the way you
stack clean dishes
in the
drainer so they won’t break,
how you wipe
down the counter
and fold the
towels. How you talk
to a
co-worker, or your husband
after a hard
day, saying to him:
You can
lay your head in my lap, then
spending the
rest of the evening
rubbing his
temples to release
the pain
locked inside. And isn’t this
as sacred an
act as bowing to a statue
of the
Buddha, or standing in line
for hours
just to touch the worn
bronze toe
of St. Peter in Rome,
believing
that single gesture might
bless the
rest of your life?
James Crews, ‘The Weekly Pause’ August 2, 2024
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