Take as many moments as you can to
dip your hands in the faucet’s flow and
gather up the suds, summon them.
Lather the spaces between your fingers,
the cracks across your palms
the ridges of your finger tips
the spaces between your nails.
Chant a dirge softly
to yourself
to make the rhythm
to keep the time.
Rinse away your worries
wash away the waiting
the knowing that the wind still blows.
Dry your hands
return to the world
clean for the present
however long it may last.