[Editors’ Note: Learn about how the “Nine Poets Speak” series came to be in place here.]

Today I hung my clothesline.
I feel twisted inside even thinking about using the clothes dryer when the sun
Is calling.
I gratefully hung my freshly washed garments.
Then I watched them dance in the gentle breeze,
Swaying to and fro, carefree, each with a unique rhythm.
Who sees such beauty in laundry hanging on a line?
I felt my ancestors.
I watched as the devas of sun and air
Embraced each piece,
Gently drinking the water the towels, pants and shirts offered, free of charge,
Conducting a silent concert.
And then when they were all dry
I removed them from the line,
Smelling the delicate scents of sacred elements woven in their threads.
I thought, “lucky me”! I am going to wear the sun.
(Meet Mago Contributor) Leslene della-Madre – Return to Mago E*Magazine
I loved this poem and it brought back memories of being with my grandmother hanging out the clothes as a child… once grown I always hung my clothes out on a line and loved the scent of fresh sheets in particular…. I am 80 now and two years ago I was forced to buy my first dryer, not because I couldn’t;t hang clothes but because the weather has become so unstable that I could never get them to dry outdoors – I don’t recall when it hit me that I know ABSOLUTELY NO ONE who has a clothesline…. how long has it been? I don’t remember – it is all these simple joys – that we have lost – thank you for ‘re-membering’
wonderful poem! and to learn of your work!