She calls for gloves

Standing there stiffly,

Watch off, hands at the

Ready, just waiting

To pull them on, meticulously,

Like a surgeon anticipating

Important operations.

Then her hands flash through

Dripping water, like yellow

Fish glancing through

Misted pond

And glasses tinkle

And shine under steady hand

And eventually

Plates lie clean

And she peels off gloves

To face yet another task.