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Monday Meditations
I wonder what a goddess with 4 arms would really be doing on a Monday? This poem first appeared in the anthology, The Holding of Hands (Scurfpea Publishing 2025).
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SARASVATI AT THE KITCHEN TABLE
Once the kids are on the school bus,
Sarasvati, four-armed goddess, sits
with her coffee, lets her mind go back
to her river birth, to her myth’s beginning—
oh, for the peace of cold water, the softness
of silt, the caress of currents. Back then,
she only had to worry about rising up
now and then to mother a fertile land.
But now, rewritten in the way of human
stories, she must spin like a dervish, like
the beaters on her Kitchen-Aide. So
before the kids come home, before
Vishnu flies in looking for his dinner,
Sarasvati bakes a bundt cake, pens a
book of poems in Sanskrit, starts the
dishwasher, does the taxes—all at once.
She folds her apron, combs her hair.
Outside on the lawn, a peacock screams.
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