Thursday, February 6, 2014

housekeeping pep talk

Why not imagine I'm clearing away stars while I sweep?

The dishes could be squealing piglets wriggling about in the sink as if having a bath.

For every piece of laundry I fold, a bird hatches from an ordinary egg.  Or perhaps the garments themselves are birds' wings I can crease and close, later to be opened for the purpose of flying.

Putting shoes into the closet is to make room for a flock of polka-dotted chickens.  Bright ones that sing acapella instead of cluck.

What if by washing a single window I can bring eyesight to fifty blind pilgrims in a faraway village?

House chores aren't so bad.

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