3 May, 2026


The Laundry Room
07:00 Sunday morning
May 3, 2026: silent

The weight of the machines, massive
A wood pigeon’s endlessly, anew
interrupted phrase,
leaking into the laundry room’s silence

I feel
as though I were sitting
in a meticulously cleaned excavation
by some archaeological academy
in a distant future

or inside an enlarged model for small children
in a nursery

The lights are on,
but the large washing machines
are powerless cubes
in an absolute geometry; cold, metallic

and I am a stranger on a stool;
observer, listener, thinker: observer

The silence itself is measured,
as if inherently dignified, high-born,
where noise otherwise reigns
with its tense face

In the reasoning
that proceeds
under orderly forms
in my mind,
it is suggested
that the silence and the lack of power
may be an effect
of a winter-time automation
that does not accept Fair May

As I wait,
sitting on a stool,
I have Creativity and Taoism
by Chung-yuan Chang
in my lap;
scribbling this mood
at the back of the book,
freely existing within myself,
in a pause unexpectedly offered
in the laundry room silence,
accompanied by machines
sleeping with open mouths,
like elderly people
in a dormitory




Poetry by Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2026-05-03 at 09:45

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