Sink

That humble stainless steel sink,

Be it at the old place or the new,

The harbourer of good meals and good times,

Plain meals and dull times,

You are the constant,

In the silent times and the loud,

When I would visit and I would see how far everyone else would be,

You made me feel stuck,

As I stood in place scrubbing, it was the one thing I could do too,

My way of saying thanks and my way of saying I’m still with you,

Even though you’re hundreds of miles away,

My one way I could catch up to you,

Even when you got the dishwasher, all I wanted to gravitate towards,

The sink was my home,

It was the sink that nearly fooled me into thinking the city was too,

But twas a lie, for you are elements of my home and me, my friends, my hopes,

The sink…an ode,

The sink was the familiarity after the odyssey,

A reminder that things have changed, but not too much,

A symbol of peace and progress in steadiness,

A foundation in the chaos,

The sink pulled me up when I was sinking,

And sunk me when I was complacent,

That beguiling sink,

It would be on my mind on the train back,

Thinking that I would match their pace if I was there too,

But all I really needed was the hum of the tube,

To bring me back to where I knew all along,

Walking my own route at my heart’s content,

Now I vow to pay less attention to you when I visit,

Yes, I will say hello again,

I will still wash your contents, as you will mine,

But your beckoning shall not get to me as it once did.