Meditation on a Washing Line by Neall Calvert

Poet: Neall Calvert Poem title: Meditation on a Washing line Poem: On a country road, strung from a faded mobile home,  wet sheets and towels glow orange, yellow and white in spring sun, nourishing like a hot day’s handful  								of cool well water.  I’m tired of dried-up, ancient hierarchies; long- distance deities; capricious, irritable tyrant gods;  humourless fundamentalist philosophies  that fail to precipitate self-esteem; divinity without 										but not within.  My true self, my deep soul, thirsts to celebrate —moment     by     moment— this radiant wash-day ordinariness 										with you. End of poem. Credits: Copyright © Neall Calvert Previously published in Open Minds Quarterly 21. Neall Calvert has twenty-five years’ experience as a journalist, book editor and writer. Influenced by the German-speaking poets Friedrich Hölderlin and Rainer Maria Rilke, he has been published in The Men’s Journal, Borrowed Solace, the book Vistas of the West, and online at Fresh Voices and Recovering The Self. Neall is an associate member of the League of Canadian Poets.