March 26, 2020
When things get a little crazy,
I take to cleaning. I start with the basics.
I make the beds, clear the dishes from
the sink, and wipe down the countertops.
I make space to sort things out.
When things start getting out of hand,
I take the vacuum in hand and put little
bits of chaos in their proper place. I scour
the toilets and the bathroom sinks and
clear the mirrors of smudges and spittle.
When it feels like it's hitting the fan,
I swap out the old air filter for a new one,
and while I'm at it, the water filter too.
I take a damp washcloth to the fan blades
and a dry duster to the window blinds.
When it seems like the sky is falling,
I fall to my knees and scrub baseboards.
That's a form of prayer, you know, as is
the spraying of vinegar on the glass of the
front storm door and buffing it spotless.
That's when I remember the outside needs
set aright too, because, well, things fall apart.
My front porch and sidewalk are due for a good
sweep, yes, so I add those to the list, alongside
maintenance and repair of the world. Amen.
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