NaPoWriMo 2012: seventeen
What Is Here
My eyes are itching. My mind is fuzzy; I'm tired.
Not being able to wear a turtleneck wreaked havoc
on my son's morning. Time to put away the winter clothes.
I've been cleaning out the overgrown, but they can't stay
in the drawers or he thinks he can still wear them.
I'm the same: cleaning house, I'm finding things I forgot
I could use. Spring cleaning reminds me of what
is here that is useful and beautiful and mine.
Clearing out what is over, past, in order to move on.
Order helps me stay present. Less confused. Less fuzzy.
And in the sorting piles, I find my self here: a present.