Utah.
Routine. Predictable.
Hooked up to the world,
Seven years static
Meant…
Doggie door,
Sorted bathroom drawer,
Car bay, snow getaway,
CPA,
DirectTV,
Lazy…
Boy… Recliner.
Popcorn stash,
Butter splash,
Kitchen cache,
Sorted trash.
30-year hairdresser,
System confessor,
Clothes sorted,
Predictability sported,
Grandkids’ toy space,
Ordered key place.
Then we move to Maui…
Dirt, disarray,
Method run astray,
Suitcase living,
Contractor payment giving,
Internet inaccessibility,
Teeth gritty,
Self pity,
Air mattress inflation,
Happiness deflation,
Where’s the TP?
In the debris.
Paperwork potpourri,
Forget the Christmas tree.
Yes we’re near the beach,
Yet routine I beseech.
When will it ever end?
Then
One by one,
WiFi steady,
Kitchen ready,
Jewelry tidy,
Dog here,
Groceries near,
Closets clean,
Mirrors to preen,
Garage path,
Pristine bath,
Walkway placed,
House dirt erased,
Sofa parked,
Dog territory marked.
Calmness inquires,
Chaos expires,
Convenience transpires.
Teal waves gnash,
On black rocks crash,
Volcanoes fume,
Stars Illume,
Palm trees tease,
Ocean breeze,
Never freeze.
My heart’s content,
Breathe in, then vent,
Uproar regime,
Now life, re-seamed,
A sacrifice,
Worth paradise.
