The Whale Belly

Dragged across philosophy

Like a forgotten water skier

I break my concentration

To watch the front load washer

Go through its procedures,

Its hesitations of great weight,

Its jerks and spins and reversals,

Its final all-out scream,

A centripetal nightmare,

At the brink of its limits,

Only to come to a stop,

With a slosh and a wet slap,

And then a little song.

Admitting defeat

Yet again.