I hear you. Meaning not only that I hear water circle and splash, the burp and swish of hands lowering and raising fabric at a sink within earshot of your computer. I mean that I hear you. I hear your need to stand and do something useful on this spring afternoon thousands march through the streets to protest the brutality, the racism, upon which this country was built, and builds. After months of quarantine, people sweating into their homemade masks stand shoulder to shoulder. Two blocks from here, my neighbors stand in a park, all of them, I think, my street quiet, my house silent except for these poems, read from rooms that fit only partially into the Zoom boxes. We are four poets, and maybe 50 others, leaning slightly forward, to listen. We all hear you, I think. I hear your need to rise, to turn a spigot and make something clean. One hundred years ago, hand laundry was called smalls: slips and baby dresses, anything with even a sprig of embroidery. After washing the smalls—I think there was no singular small—you’d place each one between towels, press to remove most of the water, then hang it to dry. Truth be told, the sound of water is not poor soundtrack for a poetry reading, for the sound of water is the sound of time, of suspension and transport. Water is the source of life. In fact, today’s reading was scheduled pre-pandemic, for early March, for a bar raucous with ice machine and seltzer, two blocks from Union Square. We’d have had to shout to be heard, happy as we’d have been to be together. But, I ask you, was this the right time to have been doing your laundry, as we read, listened to even the spaces between words? Perhaps. Perhaps it was the perfect time. But you might better have pressed Mute, as had the countless others who listened, their hands open and soft under the water, their sleeves pushed up, as for the other work we all must do together. /////// Suzanne Cleary’s most recent poetry books are Crude Angel, published in 2018 by BkMk Press (U of Missouri-Kansas City), and Beauty Mark (BkMk Press 2013), selected by Kevin Prufer for the John Ciardi Prize. Recipient of a Pushcart Prize, Suzanne’s other awards include the Cecil Hemley Memorial Award of the Poetry Society of America, the Troubadour International Poetry Prize (2nd Prize), and fellowships from MacDowell and Yaddo. Her poems appear on PBS Newshour.org and in anthologies including Best American Poetry, journals including New Ohio Review and Poetry London. She is Core Faculty in the MFA in Creative Writing Program of Converse College. She was one of one of four finalists for 2021 THE MOTH Poetry Prize https://www.irishtimes.com/culture/books/read-the-four-poems-on-the-6-000-moth-poetry-prize-shortlist-1.4495906 . Her website is www.suzanneclearypoet.com
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