The machine brought to life by a soft ping,
You stare as your clothes begin to tumble
Into an array of vibrant hues spinning,
Water bubbling white you start to mumble
Nothing. No thing came to mind.
The soap was dwindling and you had no thoughts.
That frightened you, sitting down resigned
With nothing on your mind, just idle of sorts.
And yet as the machine spiraled into
Impossible speed, you laid back reclined.
The bubbles start to disappear and you
Stayed hypnotized by accelerated
Spinning garments. You’re okay with nothing.
And the machine sings back its final song.
Fatima Herizza D. Edding studies BA English (Creative Writing) at the University of the Philippines Mindanao in Davao City. She prefers to be called Lady, her nickname since birth. She is from Zamboanga City, Zamboanga del Sur.