housework

Today while on my hands and knees
scrubbing the kitchen floor,

I watched the brush circling clockwise in my left hand while thinking:
I've far too much to offer the world than spending my days
coaxing up dirt from crevices in trivial places.

Then I pushed my weight back slightly to my knees
to slide the brush over to my right hand.

While watching the brush circling counter-clockwise in that hand I realized:
My nihilistic core pushed me down to days
spent kneeling on kitchen floors in the first place.

reincarnation

Today the earth is again my siren,
playing that deafening song to lull me

back home within it's clay, so to recast my bones
with the hopes of molding them into a clean
new

form.