Zen And The Art Of Spring Cleaning.

As I push the vacuum around the house,

and clean the counters,

I scrub the debris of a week

from the shiny surfaces,

and discard

the used up trappings

of my life.

 

I think of you.

 

Every now and then,

I need to adjust the inventory,

and remove the extra baggage

from the carousel.

Otherwise, it will go round and round

forever.

The simplicity of physical labor

allows me to concentrate

on the complexity of my feeling

toward a new woman in my life.

In the ordinary running away

I do, every day,

in the meanderings

and gallops

of my thoroughbred anxiety,

I sometimes

stop

and listen

and look.

I get hit by fewer trains that way.

I love the way

you free my mind

to think about

the future.

I love the way

you free my mind

to live

in the present.