On Cleaning Windows
Today I sliced you in half and performed surgery within your joints.
With a screwdriver’s blade, I debrided the past
and cleaned you up with moist sponges and cotton swabs.
You’d swallowed pencils, paper clips, spiders, and flies.
And. oh. my. goodness.
Maggots, it seems, had already begun a work in you.
How long did we neglect your treatment? Months? Years?
Today I washed you down and put you back together again.
Now you have a new lease on life, and I am referring you to another’s care.
I, for one, have learned not to wait so long to scrape the cracks.
Poetry is everywhere…. I am so thankful you’ve turned to writing a wee bit more in this transition season. Lucky for us!
(Funny how that works; we wordsmiths can’t help ourselves; poetry is everywhere. But I already said that.)
It suddenly struck me that if I wait until we’re moved and settled, I’ll have lost too many moments. But maybe a short–if not corny–poem can help me hang on to them without spending hours writing a longer piece of prose? Did you know that poetry is everywhere?
…sliced…debrided…referred post-surgery…great word choices. SO you. I love it! Also, you have reminded and inspired me to tend to mine. Thank you for that.
D and I have made a pact. We will be “move ready” for any moment. We’ll see how that works out. 😉
Sandra…what a beautiful image you paint for a seemingly dreadful task (for those of us who haven’t really cleaned our windows in years). Hoping to take heed today to clean the windows of my soul… so His Light may shine in and out… God bless!
I’ve got some cleaning to do, too, Mary. Hope your Sunday is serene. 🙂
Loving this metaphor ! ! New to Sandra’s blog. Blessing to find poetry in motion that is so relatable….Linda in Alabama
Hi Linda… how nice to see you here. Welcome, and thank you!
Your nursing influence is evident in lingo and order, miss SHK.
I took to pen and paper during my family’s relocation saga too. That, and the THC community, were the constants during the upheavals. I hope you are doing okay.
Blessings.
Oh my goodness, Darlene. I remember reading this comment. How in the world did I miss responding? Still hanging in… and sending love. xo