A dip, a dent, a curve, a place
were droplets of water rest from their haste.
Everything that enters this basin
for a moment, will stop moving.
For most, it's simply where to wash our hands,
yet the object itself is shaped like a hand--
cupped, curved, and something's always in it.
A mother's hand to restless liquids,
able to tame even the rebellious drops
and crumbs that tumble from shelve tops.
Reliable to us humans even, see
it's where some of us had our first cleans.
And to this day, no matter how grown
at least once daily, to the sink we return.
Whether to wash our faces, hands, or skin
it remains a familiar place to clean in.
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