09 September 2012

Work In progress


bunk_wet_footprint
Sweeping the floors seems
to say you’re in touch with
unavoidable reality – or to
put it another way, driven
obsessively by deeds keyed
to feral feet tracking debris
more typically evident than
just the day’s usual grime


But when clean who’s to say
consigned feelings fade as a
consequence – an old adage
relates results to the eye of
a beholder
to only see an
impossibly spotless state


Therein lies an irony, clean
for the sake of eyes obliged
to find a speck of mess also
denies who cares – but you
can always say in greeting,
this is a work in progress!
© 12 July 2012, I. D. Carswell