Old Woman (Standing At The Sink)

old woman, standing at the sink, flannel shirt and panties.... washing dishes with knowing hands, sunlight through the window dancing on the strands of grey in her hair.... an old cat rubbing against her ankles.... bombs exploding, new world's emerging... even the nails in the walls whisper the coming change! blackbirds carry the message of snow, the old woodstove crackles and smokes.... somewhere they're painting banners and buildings with freedom's song.... he sits motionless, brush in hand, watching an old woman... ...standing at the sink!