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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


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