72. The Zen of Housework (Al Zolynas)
"grey sacrament of the mundane"
Este es un poema que me gusta mucho, muy de un día muy ordinario, como hoy. Pero en lo mundano, si se lo mira bien, cuántas sorpresas. Es uno de los dones de la poesía: re-encantar el mundo.
THE ZEN OF HOUSEWORK
Al Zolynas
I look over my own shoulder
down my arms
to where they disappear under water
into hands inside pink rubber gloves
moiling among dinner dishes.
My hands lift a wine glass,
holding it by the stem and under the bowl.
It breaks the surface
like a chalice
rising from a medieval lake.
Full of the grey wine
of domesticity, the glass floats
to the level of my eyes.
Behind it, through the window
above the sink, the sun, among
a ceremony of sparrows and bare branches,
is setting in Western America.
I can see thousands of droplets
of steam—each a tiny spectrum—rising
from my goblet of grey wine.
They sway, changing directions
constantly—like a school of playful fish,
or like the sheer curtain
on the window to another world.
Ah, grey sacrament of the mundane!