|(Dust Mite - Photobucket)|
Ritually I clean my house, erasing dust
Such a bothersome deja vu,
I'm not done
with particles of me and mine)
dancing, flying, falling, clustering still,
until wiped away.
My mind too has debris.
I try hard to purge
rubbish in dark matter,
appearing real, fleeting caricatures
of truth covered by my perception's dust -
my soiled illusions.
while I wipe a table, mop the floor,
thinking I may never be rid of it all,
I clean anyway.
(Submitted to Dverse Poets)
This is all I had to contribute but didn't want to miss posting before Christmas break. My best wishes to all.