Wash the dishes

Someone told me years ago I can’t recall who Just a quiet little sentence That somehow stuck like glue When your mind gets full of noise And nothing settles right When your chest feels tight and restless And the day won’t feel light When sitting still won’t help And moving feels too much Go wash the dishes Let the water run One plate, one moment One by one No need for answers No need to rush Just warm soap bubbles And a gentle touch And somewhere in the middle The heart feels lighter While washing the dishes Maybe it’s the warm water Maybe it’s the flow Maybe small repeating motions Help the tension go Standing by the kitchen sink The world grows small and clear Just the sound of running water And the moment here Nothing magic happening Still something shifts inside Go wash the dishes Let the water run One plate, one moment One by one No need for answers No need to rush Just warm soap bubbles And a gentle touch And somewhere in the rhythm The mind breathes softer While washing the dishes The sink, the water, quiet hands A calm familiar scene Sometimes peace appears In places in between So when the day feels tangled And the thoughts don’t quit Head to the kitchen Try this little bit No big solution No complicated wish Just water running And a stack of dishes And somewhere in the middle The heart grows quieter While washing the dishes