The Cleansing

sadness lodged

in my being

as I sit, forlorn,

on the couch

for no apparent

reason

other than life on this planet

a dimension which seems to celebrate

duality

and the heart knows

it must find its way

back to

that native place

which engenders every particle

of the universe

home…

my couch and I

sit amidst wild greenery

springing up all around

us

in this window-filled

side room

profuse, wayward

green growth

can perhaps

offer

a solace

in its earth

connection

the three year old

wanders in

dampened paper

cloth in

hand

and, as I look on

he proceeds

of his own volition

to wipe

delicate and attentive

the rim of the chair

window and sliding glass

door

table and floor

he is helping mommy clean

and I feel a solace

relief floods

contentment arises

he has helped with more than just

cleaning

Annie Kiyonaga

2002