Happy Tuesday night
-- the duality of today's poetry challenge prompt (clean/dirty) really hit home for me.
I've never been very domestic, and FINALLY have hired a maid to come in and clean. Guess what? They days she comes in, I end up doing laundry, going through paperwork, and generally doing all the chores around the house that I've been putting off. It's as if my mom is back in charge (and I mean, my MOM-from-when-I-was-12-years-old) and I've got to get my act in gear!
and so, we have:
Clean / dirty / clean
tidy up, straighten up, sweep -- just
look at this endless list!
When you get to the end, you have to go back to the beginning again.
Last night's spaghetti pots sit soaking in the sink while
the once-white stove top bears bright orange tomato rings-around-the-burner.
Stoop to scoop up piles of smelly socks into the washer; they'll be
"all-temp-a-cheer-clean" until Sunday's soccer game grounds
sweat and new grass stains back into the soft absorbent cotton.
You make your bed each morning only to toss and turn and crumple the quilts each night.
An endless loop-de-loop: you
vacuum dust bunnies and
straighten couch cushions because
company's coming, then
spend the next morning clearing empty beer bottles and
scrubbing pizza stains out of the carpet.
The joke's on us-- we disinfect by day and
invite chaos to dinner each night.
Choose Your Muse ... meditations on the creative life, a collection of far-from-daily paintings and poems plus a little music.
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