Washing rice

I prepare the rice without much thought,
rhythmically pulling a cheap plastic rice paddle
through the pale cloud water
of the first wash,
the second,
the fifth,
and further.

Until tiny grains of C&H Calrose
begin to appear through the murk.

Finding myself suddenly grateful
for my American excess of water,
I use less than I normally might-
casually conscientious in the way I sometimes am.

I put the rice on to cook,
and leave the water on to fill a dirty pot.