Waiting with Whirlwinds

A laundromat humming, the cycle goes round,

the air thick with fabric softener, comfort is found.

Children’s laughter spills over baskets piled high,

as mothers balance burdens, while time drifts by.

Machines spin their stories, each load carries weight,

a rumble of lives tangled, laughter and fate.

A toddler who twirls, clutching a shirt,

while mothers glance up, dusting away dirt.

I watch as the colors collide and transform,

the mundane becoming a part of the norm.

And I find in the waiting, a rhythm, a peace,

as clothes take their turns, finding solace, release.

The clock on the wall ticks, relentless, it seems,

but here, in this moment, reality dreams.