Beauty and the Laundry: poetry by Karlo Sevilla

Beauty and the Laundry

This early morning wind is palpable as my fear.
But I also desire it to be visible,
to become flesh
And that’s why I’m grateful
for the light laundry hanging
faithfully on the clothesline.
God breathes and the pink socks,
green pajamas, and white lingerie
wave in unison as welcome banners
to give form and color to the current.
 
Likewise, I yearn for beauty
to become more than a concept,
to become embodied,
to become.
 
Then, you walk across the lawn,
back into our door with the emptied basket
still wet and cold in your bronze arms’ embrace;
your black hair unwinds, along with our clothes
that drip and dance in the background;
upon your face the softest smile breaks,
rises, with the new dawn.

New poem “Falling to Death by a Thousand Bumps” by Karlo Sevilla