Self-Service Laundry

Not amazed at the transformation from one whom, not so far away, only laundered his own clothes, into one who launders our clothes, late into a Friday night, gratefully, without stretched-bone resentment, without so much as glancing back, without any interest in what smaller self had been suffering on pre-child weekend hunt to gathers. So profoundly in love, blind to his own bleached metamorphosis. No longer comprehending life without abundant heaps of mess, soiled cherished artifacts, much less imagine alternatives to life that could unfold full and rich and fresh and worthy without Friday nights with laundry.