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photo 3Ironing.

A service to self

or that of others?

as i stand and contemplate the mountain before me

wondering how i get through this

without losing my rags

and shredding what resistance i have to its reflection

losing steam and will as i press on.

i lean into the back of the board

feeling its steadiness below my hands

as i glide and feel the heat rise

that smoothes the creases that unfold

the unwilling pile before me

folding contouring it to my will and need

until my work is done.

i look up and the disorderly heap

has ceded to the navigation of my hands

the flutterings of perspiration evident on my brow

as the only evidence that i have transcended

the internal reflections of disquiet

to a place of calm

a place of service

within me.