I have written in praise 
of warm soapy dishwater
- but never of squat dishwashers

I have written of pleasure
hanging out fresh laundered clothes
- but never of efficient washing machines

I have written about passion
treading with me on forest paths
- but never about superhighways 

I have written of peace 
under a slowly turning ceiling fan
- but never of automated climate control

Ah, I understand

I write of contentments 
of the contemplative life

but 
I live in the comforts
of convenient life